Chapter 103: Beneath the Chandeliers and Unspoken Eyes
Lyria's POV
The Grand Hall shimmered with brilliance, every surface gleaming beneath the golden glow of chandeliers that hung like captured stars above the heads of those who belonged there. Light danced across polished marble floors, reflected in jewels and silk and the polished boots of noblemen. Laughter drifted through the air—polite, measured, and sharp beneath its surface.
I stood tucked between a marble pillar and the heavy velvet drapery, the familiar scent of fabric and incense wrapping around me like a quiet shield. My mask sat cool against my skin, my scent carefully concealed, my presence erased as it was meant to be.
From here, I saw everything.
