Chapter 260: The Evening Competition
Lyria's POV
I did not finish all the food on my tray.
The soup was warm and comforting, and the bread was soft, but my body was not yet accustomed to eating after so many days of stillness. I ate what I could—perhaps half the bowl, a few slices of bread, a handful of fruit—and then I set down my spoon.
"I am f-finished," I said.
Pippa looked as though she wanted to protest, but Elara placed a hand on her arm and shook her head.
"It is enough," Elara said quietly. "She will eat more at the next meal."
Pippa nodded, though her expression remained troubled.
Margery and Debbie stepped forward then, one on each side of me, and helped me rise from the bed. My legs trembled beneath me, unused to bearing weight after so many days of lying still.
"Take it slowly, Your Highness," Elara said. "Walk around the chamber. If you feel any pain at all, you must say so immediately."
I nodded.
I took a step.
