Chapter 463: What He Assumed of Her
Lyria's POV
Jim's eyes narrowed.
"I beg yer pardon," he said slowly, "but what d'ye mean by that?"
"You s-should know," I said. "After all, h-honesty and hostility are t-two different things, are they n-not?"
"Ain't my fault the people o' this town don't care fer folk like yerself."
"Do you a-actually know me?" I asked. "Do you p-perhaps know people of m-my kind?"
Jim stared at me, his eyes cold.
"Ye're a princess."
"Yes," I said. "That i-is true. But I shall a-ask again — what d-do you know of me?"
He did not answer.
He only continued to stare, his jaw set, his gaze unyielding, finally, I drew a slow breath.
"One of our a-agreements," I said, "was that you w-would have an honest c-conversation with me. Was it n-not?"
Jim nodded, though the motion was reluctant.
"Then p-perhaps I ought to b-begin by speaking honestly m-myself."
I paused, gathering my thoughts.
