Chapter 217: Nervous Confessions
Lyria's POV
I frowned.
My confusion must have been evident upon my face, for Lucian's expression shifted slightly beneath my scrutiny.
"I d-do not understand," I said. "Who did you s-seek to impress?"
Lucian stared at me.
His eyes widened faintly at the question, and then, to my surprise, he laughed.
It was not a quiet chuckle, nor the restrained, courteous sound I had heard from him before. This was something else entirely—a genuine, disbelieving laugh that escaped him before he could seem to restrain it.
He shook his head as he laughed.
"I truly ought to take lessons from Evander," he said.
I blinked.
"The Duke of B-Blackmere?" I asked, my frown becoming a permanent fixture upon my face.
He nodded.
"He suggested as much." He paused, still shaking his head faintly. "I believe I am beginning to understand why."
I did not follow his meaning in the slightest.
"Understand w-what?"
