Lyall was sincerely scared. She didn't want to implicate the poor lady, but unfortunately, she had no choice.
She retained a bowed head and couldn't spare a glance at the prince to see his reaction. Perhaps, his face had gotten swollen with rage already. But Mace had the opportunity to look, and the expression on the prince's face was... unreadable.
"Are you... sure about this?" Czar asked. His voice was still as calm and cold.
"Y...Yes, my prince. I would never lie to you".
Then, a few seconds passed.
"You can rise, Lyall. Go back to the kitchen and get me a plate of it", he ordered, making Lyall think she was losing her senses.
Did she just hear him correctly? To go back and get him a plate? What was going on?
Amidst her confusion, she knew she couldn't keep him waiting. Hence,
