LIORA’S POV
I stood frozen, water dripping from my hair and dress, staring up at the balcony where the maid had disappeared.
Then suddenly, the other maids surrounded me.
“Oh, my lady, how terrible!”
“Let us help you…”
“Come, you need to get out of these wet clothes…”
Too many hands touched me at once, pulling at my arms, guiding me away from the courtyard. Their voices were glazed with false concern, their smiles stretched too wide.
I looked back over my shoulder.
Myra still crouched on the ground where I’d left her, one hand pressed to her bruised cheek. Our eyes met for a brief moment before the maids steered me around a corner and she disappeared from view.
They ushered me back to my chambers with efficiency, chattering the entire way about what an unfortunate accident it had
