Chapter 78: A Princess of No Crown
Lyria's POV
Olly exhaled sharply, as though casting the entire matter aside by force.
"Ah, to the afterlife with it," he said, waving a hand. "No use breakin' our heads over things that may never come to pass."
Jacob grunted in agreement, though his expression remained thoughtful.
"Aye," Olly continued, straightening in his seat. "We've got better things before us tonight."
His eyes shifted to me, brightening.
"We've got Iria."
There was a murmur of agreement from the others nearby.
I could not help it—I laughed softly, the sound slipping past my lips before I had quite decided to allow it.
"And what," I asked, reaching for a bottle and refilling Jacob's glass, "does that have to do with anything?"
"Everything," Olly said promptly. "Means we ought to drink instead o' talkin' nonsense."
Jacob raised his glass slightly. "A far better use o' time."
