Lyanna's POV

My skin burned as the tea landed on my arm, but none of the ladies around offered help, or even pity, as they watched Lady Nimara's cruelty.

“How did you enjoy that?” she scoffed, as she dropped the teapot on the table. The other ladies laughed at my misfortune, while the maids looked away.

“A low life like you should know their place, and never think of climbing the social ladder by seducing men,” she rasped, condemning my character, and my eyes stung with tears.

Why ...