Chapter 254: The Tears That Seemed Endless
Lyria's POV
I closed my mouth.
It was a reflex, an automatic response to his words, and the moment I did it, his lips tilted upward in a small smile.
"What are y-you doing here, your g-grace?" I asked. "And why d-did you come t-through the w-window?"
Duke Valenridge did not answer me.
He looked around the chamber instead, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something.
He moved from where he had been standing, picked up a chair, and brought it back to my bedside, and then he sat on it.
He leaned back and then spoke up.
"How are you feeling?"
I stared at him.
The question was so simple, so ordinary, that I did not know how to answer it. How was I feeling? I was weak. I was tired. I was confused. I was still trying to make sense of the fact that he was sitting in my chamber when he should have been at the ball, surrounded by music and laughter and the careful performance of courtly life.
