Chapter 124: The Room They Give, The Work I Do
Lyria's POV
I was not surprised.
Not by her words.
Not by the threat.
Not even by the way she said it so calmly, as though speaking of the weather rather than someone's life.
If anything, I had expected it.
My mother had always been the easiest way to control me, and the Queen had never been one to miss something so obvious. So of course she would use her again. Of course she would remind me where I stood.
And so I bowed.
Because what else was I meant to do? I couldn't fight her or take the role of a healer or a surgeon and tear her head open to see exactly how her brain functioned, even though I really wanted to do that.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. I shouldn't be having thoughts like this.
"Yes, Your Majesty," I said.
