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Chapter 6: Leftovers

Author: Hannie
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 19:00:02

​Lyra's POV

​No one spoke after the King left his study. It was as though he had taken all the oxygen in the room with him, leaving the rest of us suffocating in his wake.

​The captain of the guard straightened his shoulders, breaking the silence. "You heard His Majesty's orders."

​Two guards stepped toward me, their shadows blocking out the warmth of the fireplace. "On your feet."

​I pushed myself up, my palms slipping slightly on the polished stone. But the moment I tried to transfer the weig
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