Lyra was not in the least interested in Crystal's apology, because she knew Crystal would never mean it.
The only reason she was here was because Julian had ordered her. Lyra could see that doing so was hurting her pride, and even if the apology had no effect on her, it was nice to see Crystal knocked down a peg or two.
After thinking for a while, Lyra said, “There's something you can do. If you do, I'll accept your apology.”
“What is it?” Crystal asked haughtily. “Do you want money? I can give you enough to live off for a lifetime.”
One side of Lyra's lips turned up. She could not even say that she was surprised that Crystal thought her money could fix everything. Not that anything was being fixed…
“I want you to serve as my servant for a day,” Lyra told her. “Once you do that, we’ll be even.”
Crystal stared at her blankly for a few seconds. Then, her face scowled in disgust. “You must be kidding.”
Nope. She just wasn't going to make it easy for her. Crystal, acting as a servant? Surely, she would not. Lyra was not interested in her sincere apology, but she did not want to cause trouble with Julian if Crystal blamed it on her. So, her best option was to give Crystal a task she would definitely refuse.
“No, I’m not,” Lyra said calmly. “That's what you have to do.”
Crystal scoffed and gritted her teeth. She could not imagine it. Her, a–a servant! How ridiculous! She had never been reduced to such a lowly position. “I can do anything else but that,” she told Lyra.
Lyra shrugged. “That's what I want. If you can't do it, you can leave. We are done here.”
Crystal glared at her. At that moment, she wished she had gotten rid of Lyra much earlier, back when she had been just a slave. Now, after being elevated to a guard, she acted like she owned the fucking palace. Where did she get the audacity to speak to her like that?
Crystal wanted nothing more than to leave and never look back. But that thought was quickly followed by a memory of Julian's threat. No matter how humiliating being a servant was, it wouldn't be more humiliating than Julian cancelling their engagement.
She took a deep breath. Fine. Once she was queen, she would make this bitch pay.
“Okay,” she told Lyra. “I’ll do it. Tomorrow?”
Lyra looked at Beryl, surprise in her eyes. The last thing she had expected was for Crystal to accept the condition. Looking back at Crystal, she said, “Yes. Don't be late.”
With her jaw clenched tight like a spring, Crystal turned and stomped out of the room.
“Holy heavens,” Beryl muttered after closing the door after Crystal. “I can't believe she accepted.”
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