“His daughters?” Lyra’s voice rang out, loud enough to echo off the stone walls of Alina’s chambers. Her eyes widened, filled with shock and just a touch of intrigue.
Alina nodded, pressing her hands together to stop their trembling. She paced the floor, her breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. “Yes, I… I had no idea,” she stammered. “They’re supposed to arrive today, and I don’t know anything about them except what I’ve seen in their portraits. They looked so… powerful. Like they were made Queens from birth.”
Lyra put a calming hand on her sister’s arm. “Alina, calm down. You’re the queen here. And besides, no one can outshine you,” she said, giving her a reassuring smile. “The maids will have you ready in no time. Just breathe.”