“Shoulders back.”
Selene’s voice cut cleanly through the quiet of Lillia’s bedchamber.
The heavy curtains had already been drawn aside, and morning light spilled across the wide rugs, the low table pushed toward the wall, and the sofas cleared to create space in the centre of the room.
Kyla sat cross-legged near the window, watching the chaotic pair with far too much delight for someone not involved, while Maera leaned against a carved pillar, composed and observant as ever.
Lillia exhaled sharply. She straightened and somehow managed to hunch worse. “I am beginning to think you enjoy correcting me,” she muttered, brows arched.
Selene’s lips twitched. “I did say I would be strict. At this moment, I am not your maiden. I am your governess.” She tapped Lillia’s slouched shoulder and L
