Chapter 159: The Questions That Do Not Wait for Comfort
Lyria's POV
I let the silence settle first.
I remembered the lessons I received.
Do not rush truth. Shape it so it cannot be turned against you.
So I breathed once, slowly.
And answered.
"I am aware," I said softly, "that such a title is what is spoken of me."
I paused.
Then I continued, my voice still even.
"It should be known that I did not choose this position, and I know where I stand as an illegitimate child. So yes, I am aware of my standing and I am aware I am illegitimate, but the prophecy does not speak of legitimacy."
My fingers rested still against my lap.
"It speaks only of royal blood," I said. "Of lineage, not of how that lineage is received."
A slight tilt of Lady Mirelle's head, as though she was listening more closely now.
So I did not stop.
"In that sense," I continued, "there is no distinction made that would exclude me from the role upon that basis alone."
