"That was Princess Gemma of the Kingdom of Bavaria," Damian said, breaking the silence after noticing Lyssa's face still clouded with questions and the lingering remnants of tension.
Lyssa steadied her breath, which she had been holding unconsciously. "Is her status the same as mine? A prisoner of war?"
"Correct, Princess." Damian gave a small nod. "The King has commissioned several specific mansions to house all prisoners of war with dignity. He ensures that every princess from a conquered kingdom is provided for appropriately."
Lyssa knit her brows, her bewilderment intact. "And she isn't confined to the mansion? I mean, she is free to wander about like that?"
Damian let out a low chuckle. It sounded sincere yet remained perfectly polite. "You likely assumed that being a prisoner meant being locked away in a dark, damp room with iron bars, did you not?"
Lyssa remained silent, but her gaze confirmed Damian's suspicion.
