Lyra’s POV

“Lady Lyra, are you okay?” The head of the maids asked as soon as I returned to my room. This was not just another bad day. It was a victory for Isla and a defeat for me, which was never supposed to be.

“I think I am.” I whispered. “Thank you and goodbye.”

She stammered subtly before lowering her head and stepping out of my room. I ensured the door was slammed shut before dropping myself onto the ground, giving myself the chance to let all of the tears out. That ...