"Giving Duke Kleo full and sincere love?" Lyra was stunned at the thought of Ella and Gena's suggestion, fiddling with her fingers restlessly. Her feet kicked the occasional pebbles, which were placed and arranged around the flower garden. The hem of her skirt touched the grass that was starting to wither, as the dusk came.
"Can I do it?" she continued, while her heart had been shackled by her dark and misleading past. "I don't think so," she whispered again, choking up.
Her eyes were on Wereal, it was still hard to believe that the was currently living in one of the most luxurious and feared palaces in Eastlandor.
"But I still have to thank him." Take a deep breath, let go of the confusion. "Because he didn't execute those two maids because of me."
Her heart was warm, touched by the kindness she got. Yet he had done bad things to him, even very bad.
"I'll thank him," she decided, clenching her fists determinedly.
