Chapter 424: A Small Wound
Lyria's POV
Duke Valenridge took my hand in his, quite of a sudden.
I blinked, startled by the gesture, and then he turned towards my maids.
"Would you be so kind as to fetch me a cloth, and something with which this wound might be properly disinfected?"
I looked down at my hand only then realising I had quite forgotten it. The wound was a small one, a mere scrape where my own nails had bitten into the flesh, nothing worthy of concern. It did not so much as ache.
"It i-is not w-worth the trouble," I said, attempting to withdraw my hand, though he would not release it.
"You ought to take rather better care of yourself, curious wolf," he said.
Elara spoke up at once, as though she had awaited precisely such an occasion to say it.
"We have been telling Her Highness so this long while," she said. "Were Kathryn present, she should say the very same. I shall fetch what you require, Your Grace."
