Andria's POV
The carriage rocked gently as the wheels rolled over gravel and broken twigs.
Moonlight slipped through the small window, painting Lady Eskareth's sharp features silver.
She sat across from me, composed as always, fingers folded in her lap as if nothing extraordinary had just happened.
My chest burned from her sharp warning words.
I leaned back, letting out a slow breath. My hands trembled slightly, and I clenched them into fists, forcing myself to stay still.
I replayed everything that had happened in the council again, and I couldn't pretend to enjoy the way the king ignored Lena's fake tears, although I wasn't quite satisfied with his verdict.
I chuckled, remembering the Falcons' facial expressions when they were placed under house arrest and under investigation.
"You looked like you enjoyed that," Lady Eskareth finally said, her eyes still fixed outside.
I scoffed. "Enjoyed? No. But I won't pretend it didn't feel good to see them exposed."
