Chapter 192: Listening Commoners
Everyone watched the scrying veil.
Nobody spoke immediately after Princess Lyria finished reading Baron Redwick's poem.
The veil showed her lowering the parchment carefully, her hands steady, her posture proper despite the weight of so many eyes fixed upon her.
The silence that followed stretched across both the hall and the street alike.
Then Brianna sighed dreamily.
"Oh, that were lovely."
Jacob looked at her.
"Did ye even understand half of what he said?"
Brianna turned toward him at once, scandalised.
"I don't need to understand it," she declared. "It's Baron Redwick."
Jacob barked a laugh.
"Aye, there it is," he said. "Knew ye were gonna say somethin' like that."
Brianna folded her arms.
"Well, it's true."
"Ye just like his face."
"And what if I do?"
"That ain't the point."
"It is to me."
A few people nearby chuckled quietly at that.
