Chapter 84: The Sound of Wings
Lyria's POV
Jacinta made a soft, nonchalant sound, as though the matter of the flower held little interest to her beyond polite curiosity.
"Oh," she said lightly.
The Baron's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he straightened, adjusting his gloves with a measured calm.
"It does not matter if you recall it or not, Your Highness," he said. "The event to which I refer occurred when I was much younger."
So he noticed she had no idea what he was speaking about.
Baron Redwick paused, his expression shifting subtly.
"It was… a severe drought."
The levity that had coloured the earlier conversation faded, replaced by something quieter.
"An unforgiving one," he continued. "The sort that does not simply inconvenience a territory, but tests its very foundation."
Jacinta tilted her head, her parasol angling slightly as she regarded him.
"I see."
