Chapter 307: The Training Grounds
Lyria's POV
The maids descended upon me with a flurry of purpose that left little room for protest. Before I could fully process what was happening, my gown was being unlaced and carefully removed, the fabric pooling neatly around my feet.
"Now then, Your Highness," Elara said, her tone brisk but not unkind, "if you are to learn how to defend yourself, you cannot possibly do so in a gown. You would be tripping over your own skirts within the first minute."
I blinked at her, my brow furrowing.
"B-but what else w-would I w-wear?" I asked.
"Trousers, of course," she replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I stared at her.
"T-trousers?"
"Yes, Your Highness," she said. "They will allow you to move far more freely than any gown ever could. You shall need that freedom if you are to learn anything of value."
