The next morning, Lyra felt a wave of determination settle over her. She couldn't continue feeling this uncertainty alone. She needed an outside perspective, someone she trusted, who might help her understand Alaric's sudden interest. So, she called for Mina, her loyal maid, the one person who had been by her side through the highs and lows of the past months.
Mina entered the room with a gentle smile, her eyes warm as she looked at Lyra and the baby in her arms. "You called for me, my lady?"
"Yes, Mina. Please, sit with me." Lyra motioned to the chair beside her, adjusting her hold on her son as she prepared to speak. She hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "I wanted to ask you about… Alaric. I can't seem to understand his intentions, and it worries me."
Mina's brow furrowed, her face growing serious as she took in Lyra's troubled expression. "I've noticed him around you more often, my lady. Is he making you uncomfortable?"
