Lyria’s chambers were filled with women. Seamstresses bent over delicate fabrics, maids moving in and out carrying boxes and ribbons, and, overseeing the entire scene, an older woman with rigid posture who watched every movement with the same severity a general might use to inspect a battlefield.“No, no, no,” the woman said in disapproval. “A queen does not sit like that.”Lyria looked up patiently.“Like what?”“With your shoulders slouched.”The woman walked over and gently pushed her back straighter.“Straight.”Lyria obeyed.“A queen must look as though she was born on the throne, even if she arrived yesterday.”Mariel hid a smile behind her fan.“My lady is learning quickly.”“She will have to,” the older woman replied dryly. “The wedding is in a month.”Lyria had already heard that phrase too many times since the previous morning. One month. Thirty days to learn how to move, speak, and breathe like a queen, to transform herself into someone she had never been and, until recentl
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