Chapter 144: Questions That Cut Too Deep
Lyria's POV
I said nothing for a while.
Not because I had no thoughts, but because there were too many of them, all arriving at once and none willing to stand still long enough to be spoken properly.
The window beside us remained open, the cold air drifting in in soft, unhurried waves. Below, the courtyard carried on as though the kingdom itself had not just been rearranged by words alone.
Baron Redwick still held his book tightly against his chest, as though it were both shield and argument. Duke Thorncrest, on the other hand, looked entirely too comfortable leaning where he stood, as if the idea of chaos arriving before evening was merely an inconvenience rather than a threat.
I finally exhaled.
"B-Baron Redwick," I began quietly, then hesitated.
My fingers tightened slightly against my skirt before I continued.
