Chapter 273: The Spawn's Summons
Lyria's POV
I stepped into Jacinta's chambers, the door closing behind me with a soft click that seemed to echo through the room like a warning.
The chamber was exactly the same—rich fabrics in shades of rose and gold, light filtering through the curtains, the scent of expensive perfume clinging to the air like a second skin. Jacinta sat upon the edge of her bed, her posture perfect, her golden hair arranged in elaborate curls that caught the light. She wore a gown of deep rose silk, the fabric pooling around her, and her hands rested delicately in her lap.
She looked like a portrait brought to life, which was hardly surprising.
I bowed, keeping my gaze lowered, my hands clasped before me.
"Your H-Highness," I said.
Jacinta did not acknowledge the greeting. She simply sat there, watching me with the cold, assessing gaze I had grown to know so well over the years.
"Kneel," she said.
I frowned, blinking at her.
"I said kneel," she repeated.
