Chapter 112: The Game They Refuse to Pause
Lyria's POV
I locked eyes with Duke Thorncrest.
The words lingered in the air long after he had spoken them.
And for reasons I could not quite explain, my gaze remained fixed on him.
And his remained on me.
The silence in the Grand Hall was quite deafening. As though the entire hall had been suspended in a moment that refused to move forward.
The King stared directly at the duke, his expression grave. The Queen's face was scrunched in distaste—quite an ugly look on her, though no one would dare say it aloud.
Meanwhile, I just wanted this to be over so I could leave.
I had been a spectacle for far too long already.
No one said anything, and I thought we were going to be locked in the suspense and the silence for quite a while, but then, suddenly, someone yawned.
