Chapter 268: Letters and Loose Tongues
Lyria's POV
The next morning arrived with pale grey light filtering through the curtains, soft and gentle after the chaos of the previous evening. I woke feeling more rested than I had in days, though the thoughts of Baron Frederick still lingered at the edges of my mind, restless and unresolved.
Kathryn arrived early, as she had promised. She examined me thoroughly, pressing her fingers to my wrist, checking my pulse, studying my eyes and my skin. She unwrapped the bandages on my feet and applied fresh salve, her movements efficient and practised.
"You are healing incredibly well, Your Highness," she said, a note of genuine satisfaction in her voice. "Faster than I anticipated. The herbs are working."
I nodded, grateful for her words, and when she was done, she left.
The maids were already present, moving about the chamber with quiet purpose. Pippa had just finished clearing away my breakfast tray when she spoke.
