Chapter 400: A Return to Mercer's Row I
Lyria's POV
The moment we stepped beyond the palace walls, Duke Thorncrest paused.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
He merely stood beneath the faint glow of a distant lantern, his altered features appearing almost unfamiliar in the dimness. His rustic brown hair had been arranged so naturally that, had I not known him, I might not have suspected the man before me was the same Duke Thorncrest who had entered my chamber that morning.
It was strange to see him like this.
Perhaps because I knew his face well enough, I found myself searching for familiar details beneath the disguise.
His eyes gave him away.
"What is your name to be?" he asked me quietly.
I tilted my head.
"P-pardon?"
