Chapter 156: A Truth That Refuses Ornament
Lyria's POV
Duke Valenridge stepped forward when his name was called.
There was no hesitation in the movement. No adjustment born of nerves. No outward acknowledgment of the fact that he had arrived late enough to draw attention.
He simply moved.
And when he reached the seat, he took it with the same composed ease that seemed to follow him wherever he went.
As though the room had adjusted itself for him rather than the other way around.
Lady Mirelle inclined her head, though there was a tightness at the edge of her composure that had not been present before.
"State your name and title for the record," she said.
"Duke Evander Valenridge of Blackmere," he replied.
His voice was calm and deep.
Lady Mirelle nodded once.
"And your intentions," she continued, "in presenting yourself as a suitor candidate?"
He tilted his head slightly.
And then he asked,
"Was I given a choice?"
