This time around, no one had guilt trip Lya into a dress. Thankfully. Though she supposed she could have explained the sudden stifled choking noise on a corset and not her suddenly having to force herself to keep her tongue.
William would be counting on her to at least not make anything worse. And she knew that there were times where her habit of saying exactly what she felt did more harm than good. Lya found herself searching for a reason to leave, if only to shout her thoughts out to an empty godswood. And not right there in the middle of the entire court.