Chapter 125: The Corridor That Should Not Have Been Seen
Lyria's POV
He bowed deeply like I was deserving of such action.
"Princess Lyria," he said.
I blinked.
Once.
Then again.
It still did not sit right in my ears. Not because it was wrong, but because it was… unfamiliar. Like a name I had never been meant to hear directed at me.
It had only been… wait, it was not even a full day, and he was already referring to me as a princess. He was just that accepting of the fact that the King was my father?
I paused in shock. My lips seemed to have been sewn together at that point because—
Earl Hawthorne straightened, then tilted his head slightly.
"Is something the matter, your highness?" he asked. "Have you perhaps not recovered from the ailment you suffered the last time myself and Duke Thorncrest spoke with you at the stables?"
I frowned immediately, failing to comprehend where this line of questioning was coming from.
"W-what?"
