Chapter 165: The Weight of Words Left Unsaid
Lyria's POV
The hall was emptier than it had been moments before, though the air still felt crowded.
Not with people.
With everything that had been said.
Voices had softened into distant murmurs as the nobles and attendants began to disperse in small, measured clusters.
The scrying veil had gone dark.
The interview was over.
And yet… it did not feel over.
I remained where I was for a moment longer than necessary, my hands still loosely folded before me, as though I might yet be called back into that chair to answer something else I had not prepared for.
A foolish thought.
It was done.
Lady Mirelle had already turned away to speak with one of her attendants, her expression once again the careful neutrality of someone setting a mask back into place after use.
Around me, I could feel the gaze of people measuring.
I was just about to take my leave when quiet footsteps approached me.
Whoever it was came with purpose.
