Chapter 110: The Truth They Choose
Lyria's POV
Marquess Hale stepped forward.
The movement alone shifted the atmosphere in the hall.
"I believe," he began smoothly, his voice carrying with practiced ease, "that most here are aware my territory of Westreach lies not far from the capital."
A few nobles shifted.
He clasped his hands behind his back as though he were not standing in the middle of a royal court unraveling at the seams, but rather delivering some polite evening remark.
"I spent a great deal of my youth within these very halls," he continued. "Playing, studying… and, on occasion, visiting at the invitation of His Majesty."
My fingers curled slightly.
Something in me tightened at the ease of his tone.
He was not lying. Westreach was not particularly far from the capital, hence why Corvin always showed up when he was younger. Hence why we had even become friends, due to how frequently he visited. But I had no idea what he was getting at with this.
His gaze lifted.
