Chapter 151: Words Behind Velvet Walls
Lyria's POV
The hall had been arranged with deliberate precision.
The suitor candidates stood at one end, their positions measured and formal, as though even where they placed their feet had been decided in advance. And the Moon candidates were placed at a different position too.
A woman approached me almost immediately upon my entry.
She was part of the guards, her bearing straight, her expression neutral—obviously years of practice. She inclined her head, gestured for me to follow, and led me toward a designated space where I was to wait for my turn.
I followed without question.
The space she brought me to was not uncomfortable. There was a chair, a clear line of sight to the interview taking place at the centre of the hall, and enough distance from the others that I could observe without being observed too closely in return.
Or so I thought.
I had barely settled when I felt like someone was watching me and with disgust at that.
