The hallway outside Lucien's study was quiet, but Liora hesitated before knocking. Beatrice had asked her to deliver the latest report from the steward, but something in her expression hinted that it was more than a mere errand. Ever since Beatrice had started speaking to her with less clipped formality, Liora noticed how the woman watched her closely as if weighing her worth.
She knocked.
"Enter."
Lucien's voice wasn't cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either. Liora stepped inside, the folds of her pale gown brushing against the polished floor.
He was seated near the window, the late afternoon light falling across his desk. Papers were scattered before him sealed letters, ledgers, and a detailed map of the southern borderlands. Without lifting his head, he gestured for the report.
Liora moved forward and placed it before him. "From Beatrice, my lord."
Lucien's gaze lifted briefly, his pale eyes catching hers. "Thank you."
