Lyanna’s POV

The hallway felt cramped as I shrank under Lady Nimara’s accusations, unable to think of the perfect excuse to exonerate myself.

It wasn’t like I could tell her that the handkerchief was given to me by the king, so I decided to lie instead.

“This isn’t for His Majesty. A friend of mine from my village gave it to me,” I lied, but the woman only chuckled wickedly.

“Lies? If I were you, I wouldn’t do that. The embroidery on this handkerchief was done by me. I gave ...