Chapter 474: What the Crown Had Wrought
Lyria's POV
Lucian paused when he beheld the cat upon my lap, his countenance shifting into one of mild astonishment.
"Since when did you acquire a cat?" he asked.
I could not help but smile at his surprise.
"He b-became my c-companion r-recently," I said.
Lucian's brow furrowed slightly.
"I knew I had caught a peculiar scent upon our journey to Gallowshill," he said. "But for some odd reason, I never attributed it to a cat."
I laughed softly, then lifted Zephyr that Lucian might see him properly.
"Your G-Grace," I said, "this is Z-Zephyr."
Zephyr, who did not appear to relish being displayed in so undignified a manner, began to fuss at once, twisting in my grasp with considerable indignation. I set him down upon the floor without delay, and he immediately set about smoothing his ruffled fur with an air of profound offence.
