Some minutes after the dinner, Lyla left the royal dining hall. As she walked her way through the corridor, she tried to remember the way to her new room.
Behind her, the faint echo of footsteps approached—deliberate. Lyla paused.
“I assume you enjoyed the meal, Lady Lyla,” Lucy said softly, her voice echoing from behind, making Lyla stop.
“I did.” Lyla replied shortly.
Lucy caught up with her as her steps were unhurried.
Lucy smiled, but there was nothing warm in it.
“ You are Moira’s sister. The human. From the village.” Lucy said in a mocking tone.
Lyla’s jaw tightened just slightly. “And you’re the Duke’s daughter. The one the king never looked twice at.”
"He did once before your sister came into the picture."
The hallway grew colder.
“Tell me,” Lucy said smoothly, “what is
