Lyra walked beside Lucien, but her mind was nowhere near the palace anymore.
Her thoughts were still trapped in the moment she had met Seraphina.
Lucien’s betrothed.
Those words kept repeating inside her head.
Who was she?
Why had Lucien looked so uncomfortable when Seraphina appeared?
And why had Seraphina been so calm?
Too calm.
Lyra glanced at Lucien as they walked through the long palace corridor.
He was unusually quiet.
His face was hard to read, his silver eyes fixed ahead.
Lyra wanted to ask him again.
She wanted to stop walking and demand answers.
But something told her to wait.
There was a story behind Seraphina.
And Lyra intended to find out what it was.
Far behind them, Seraphina had already reached another part of the palace.
The sweet smile on her face disappe
