Chapter 154: The Things Men Say When They Are Seen
Lyria's POV
Lady Mirelle cleared her throat softly, drawing the attention of the hall back to the present.
"Earl Hawthorne," she began, her tone measured, "state your name and title for the record."
He straightened almost immediately, though the nervousness in his posture did not entirely disappear.
"Earl Benedict Hawthorne of Windmere," he said.
There was the slightest tremor at the start of his voice, but it steadied as he continued.
Lady Mirelle inclined her head.
"And your intentions," she said, "in presenting yourself as a suitor candidate?"
He cleared his throat quietly before answering.
"My intentions," he began, "are… much the same as those who have spoken before me."
There was a brief pause, as though he were choosing his words carefully.
"I aim to assist the Moon in fulfilling her role," he continued. "That is what the prophecy entails, and it is a responsibility I do not take lightly."
