Chapter 33: Of Straw, Stench, and Small Mercies
Lyria's POV
Kyia did not speak to me as we left Her Highness's chambers.
She did not need to.
Her displeasure walked ahead of her like a banner.
I personally felt like she should have carried one with her, and perhaps the words "I hate the princess's sister, I hate walking around with her even if it is an errand by the princess herself" written across it.
I stifled my laughter. Now that would be a sight I would love to see, and I daresay I would enjoy it too. I was pretty sure people would stare at Lyria like she had grown two heads if she dared carry something that absurd with her.
I followed two measured steps behind, my hands folded neatly before me, my head inclined, my pace careful to match hers without appearing eager.
