Chapter 227: The Queen's Summons
Lyria's POV
I stared at the maid with wide eyes.
"What d-do you m-mean?" I asked. "The killer's new o-obsession—what d-do you mean?"
The maid shook her head.
"This is not the time for discussion, Your Highness. You must go. It is not safe for you to remain here."
"But—"
"I will answer any further questions you have later, when the time is right." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "I will find you then. But you must go now."
I opened my mouth to speak again, to demand more, to insist that she tell me everything she knew about the King's intentions, about Patricia's death, about why this had happened and what it meant for me.
But then she pushed me firmly, her hands against my shoulders, urging me toward the door.
"Go," she said. "This is not the time for questions."
I stumbled backward, my feet catching on the uneven stone.
"What is y-your name?" I asked.
The maid paused.
"Glenda," she said.
