Chapter 251: Waking
Lyria's POV
Everything was blurry.
The world drifted in and out of focus, like light filtering through water, like smoke curling and dissolving before it could be caught. I was not certain whether my eyes were open or closed. I was not certain whether I was awake or dreaming.
The room smelled different.
That was the first thing I noticed, when I was aware enough to notice anything at all. The air was cleaner somehow. It carried the scent of flowers—real flowers.
Sometimes I saw men at my side.
Their faces were blurred, indistinct, like portraits painted in water and left to run. But I knew they were there. I felt their presence, the weight of their attention, as though they were watching over me.
One had green hair.
