Chapter 312: A Moment of Respite
Lyria's POV
Earl Hawthorne turned to me, his expression one of genuine apology.
"Your Highness," he said, his voice carrying a note of sincere regret, "I must offer my sincerest apologies. It did not occur to me that, since Julian has begun learning to fight and the weather has turned so dreary, we would inevitably all seek shelter within these training grounds. I ought to have anticipated that others might make use of them as well."
I shook my head at once, offering him a reassuring smile.
"Y-you need not a-apologise, my lord," I said softly. "I m-must admit, I rather e-enjoy seeing all of you t-together. It is q-quite delightful, actually."
From his place upon the bench, Duke Thorncrest immediately perked up.
"Did you hear that, Benedict?" he called, his voice brimming with triumph. "Her Highness has declared that she enjoys our company. We are most certainly welcome here."
A quiet chuckle escaped me as I shook my head at his interpretation.
