Chapter 131: The Room That Refused to Bow
Lyria's POV
"Oh," one of them said, her voice carrying a note that hovered somewhere between surprise and disappointment. "It seems you are almost done with cleaning."
I straightened slowly.
For a moment, I said nothing.
Dust still clung faintly to the air, disturbed by my work. The cloth around my nose made each breath warm, and the sleeves of my dress were rolled higher than was proper. My hands—my hands did not look like those of a princess.
That thought lingered for half a second too long.
Then I turned.
Three of them stood by the door, eyes on me as they watched.
I lowered the cloth from my face and let it rest loosely around my neck.
Silence stretched.
Then, quietly, I spoke.
"W-what is y-your name?"
My voice came out softer than intended.
The one who had spoken first—tall, sharp-eyed, with a mouth that seemed permanently tilted toward disapproval—looked at me as though I had said something mildly offensive.
