Lyra Ashfang POVI scrubbed the iron platter with my small, dark hands, my four-foot-five frame shaking slightly from the cold draught seeping into the stone kitchen."Agnes, you do not need to call me Madam anymore," I whispered, keeping my gaze locked on the soapy water. "Call me Lyra; hearing that formal title makes me feel like I am back in the Ashfang keep, waiting to be paraded around like property.""That goes against the royal code, child," Crimson Manor Keeper Agnes Blackwell replied, taking a heavy silver bowl from my grasp. "If the older nobles from the inner citadel hear me addressing a Psi wolf by her birth name, they will claim Prince Cassius allows his servants to trample the ancient blood laws."Before I could answer, the silver communications stone tucked inside my leather bodice began to hum violently, flashing a bright, hostile red.I pulled the crystal out and frowned at the glowing glyphs, my stomach twisting into a hard knot as I recognized my cousin’s signature
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