Chapter 163: The Answer She Chose
Mercer's Row simply waited.
Helen stood near the edge of the benches, one hand resting lightly against the back of a chair that had long since been claimed and abandoned again in the shuffle of the evening. A tray hung forgotten at her side, the mugs upon it untouched for once, their contents cooling as the night deepened around them.
Above, the scrying veil shimmered.
And in it, Princess Lyria sat.
Helen watched her quietly and nervously. It didn't show in her hands or face, but her heart beat faster for Lyria.
Around her, Mercer's Row held still.
Brianna leaned forward so far she nearly slipped from the bench, her small hands gripping the edge as though that alone might pull the image closer.
On the veil, Lyria did not move much.
