Chapter 170: Another Visit To Patricia
Lyria's POV
The excuse I had prepared was simple.
I was going on a stroll. Nothing more. The kind of aimless early morning wandering that required no explanation beyond the fact that I had woken before the rest of the palace had fully committed to being awake and had decided that fresh air — or something resembling it in the older wings — was preferable to staring at the ceiling of my chambers until the day officially began.
I had rehearsed it twice before leaving.
But contrary to what I thought, I did not need to use it once.
The corridors were quiet, and I moved freely. I had worn one of my old gowns so as not to draw attention from others, for I knew people would ask questions if they were to see me moving around the palace in the expensive gowns the Queen had given me.
