Chapter 148: The Dress That Does Not Decide for Me
Lyria's POV
I stepped into my chambers expecting silence.
Instead, I found movement.
The wardrobe doors stood wide open, and my dresses—my clothes—had already been taken into someone else's hands. Fabric shifted. Hangers clicked softly. The air itself felt disturbed, as though my room had been rearranged in my absence and no one had thought to ask permission.
For a moment, I simply stood at the threshold.
Three figures moved within the space.
Theresa at the wardrobe.
Sally at the dressing table.
Diana nearer the centre, as though she had already decided the room belonged to her until further notice.
Then Diana turned.
"Your Highness," she said quickly, and—this time—she bowed her head properly.
I noticed it, but I said nothing.
