Chapter 410: A Resolve and A Visitor
Lyria's POV
The next morning, I woke with a resolve I had not felt in some considerable time.
Matters were clearer now.
The night at the tavern had reminded me of what was truly worth the fighting. The people who looked upon me with hope in their eyes, who believed me something more than what the palace had laboured so diligently to make of me.
I had been lax.
I had been so occupied with resenting this position, with seeking some means of escape from it, that I had quite forgotten I still carried a purpose. A promise made to myself but a few weeks past.
Revenge.
Not merely for Patricia, but for my mother also. For all the royal family had subjected her to. For every hour of her suffering. For my maids, who had been ill-used by that same family. For everyone who had suffered beneath the hand of those with power. And, at the last, for myself.
I could not afford to be weak.
I could not afford indecision.
