Chapter 343: A Morning of Scoldings
Lyria's POV
I woke to whispers around me.
The voices were familiar now, woven into the fabric of my daily life in a way I had not expected when they first entered my service. I knew each of them distinctly—the firm, no-nonsense tone of Elara, the lighter, more excitable cadence of Pippa.
"Be quiet," Elara was saying, her voice carrying that particular edge of authority she wielded so effectively. "Her Highness is still resting. You will wake her."
Pippa's response was muffled, but I caught the gist of it. Something about not meaning to be loud.
Margery chuckled softly, the sound warm and familiar.
I blinked sleepily, my eyes struggling to focus. The world swam into view slowly, the edges of my vision still blurred with the remnants of sleep.
I was not in my bed.
That much became clear immediately.
My back ached.
