Chapter 122: The Silence Before the Summons
Lyria's POV
I had expected to be summoned.
Not wished for it—no, never that—but expected it all the same.
After what had happened in the Grand Hall, after the way the truth had been dragged—quite literally—into the light, there should have been consequences.
There should have been a reckoning.
The Queen should have sent for me before the night had even drawn to a close. Jacinta should have summoned me too, or perhaps appeared at my door with that sharp look in her eyes, the one that always came before something unpleasant followed.
There should have been something.
But there had been nothing.
And somehow, that was far worse.
I lay still upon the narrow bed in my chambers, my gaze fixed upon the ceiling above me. The faint cracks in the plaster had long since become familiar to me, their uneven lines something I had traced more times than I cared to admit.
It was easier to focus on them than on my thoughts.
