Chapter 230: The Accusation
Lyria's POV
I gave Jacinta a look.
It was not a challenging look, nor a defiant one. I was simply too exhausted to arrange my features into anything more than quiet confusion.
"That is n-not what I meant," I said. "I may not be educated, Your Highness, but you have s-spoken the word numerous times. I know what it m-means. I am simply t-trying to u-understand what Her Majesty m-means by s-saying I seduced the s-suitor c-candidates when I have only had d-dates with two. T-the third is t-tomorrow."
The Queen was quiet for a moment.
She studied me with that cold, assessing gaze, the one that made me feel as though I were a specimen beneath a lens rather than a person standing before her.
Then she nodded.
"At least you know what the word means," she said.
She leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.
