Lyra's POV
I let out a heavy sigh, the weight of everything pressing harder on my chest. “I honestly don’t know, Dimitri.”
His gaze drifted around the room until it landed on a cup resting on the bedside table. His tone sharpened instantly. “Who gave you that?”
“A maid,” I answered, puzzled by his sudden shift. “She said your mother wanted all the princesses to drink it.”
Dimitri’s frown darkened, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “That’s not true. It’s a lie.”
A cold shiver slid down my spine. “What are you talking about?”
He picked up the cup, turning it in his hand as if searching for something hidden. “My mother wouldn’t send anything like this without telling me first. Something’s wrong.”
My pulse quickened, my thoughts scrambling for answers. “Then who…?”
Setting the cup ba
