Chapter 137: The Grace Between Words
Lyria's POV
The sound of my laughter faded quickly.
Baron Redwick adjusted his spectacles, his gaze settling on me with quiet scrutiny.
"While Your Highness possesses a rather pleasant laugh," he said, his tone composed as ever, "I must admit I do not understand what, precisely, you found amusing."
My lips parted slightly.
Before I could attempt an answer, Duke Thorncrest spoke.
"What is amusing," he said lightly, "is that you believe everyone aspires to learn manners in quite the same way that you did."
Baron Redwick frowned faintly.
"My methods are sound," he replied.
"Oh, they are more than sound," Duke Thorncrest said, lifting a hand in easy agreement. "They are impeccable."
There was the slightest pause before he added,
"And entirely rigid."
Baron Redwick's frown deepened.
I stood quietly, my gaze moving from one to the other, unsure whether I ought to speak or remain silent.
