Chapter 73: Words Through a Wall
Lyria's POV
The Duke left after that, his footsteps fading into the distance as he walked away.
And then there was just the courtyard's distant murmur, the smell of mold, and Lucian, standing outside the gatehouse window, not leaving.
I waited.
He did not leave.
A soft knock came against the stone wall of the gatehouse.
It was gentle. Almost hesitant. Nothing like the Duke's cheerful rapping of earlier.
"Are you all right in there?"
I blinked in shock.
Of all the things I had expected Lucian to say once the Duke had removed himself from the situation, that question had not featured in any of my considerations.
"I—I beg your pardon?" I said.
"I am—" He stopped, then started again. "I am asking genuinely. Are you all right? In there. Are you—is the space tolerable? Are you hungry?"
I blinked at the wall as though it might provide an answer to that.
