Looking out the window, hoping to see something interesting. Lyra's blue eyes are like marbles that sparkle brightly in the daytime, as bright as the feelings that overflowed when she felt the thrust of Duke Kleo a few dozen minutes ago, enjoying the tip of bump stroke her violently, making her scream and moan in a satisfy, gasping in a tight hug as if she wanted to crash his inside of her walls.
Now that feeling is still traced, only slowly fading, which is replaced with curiosity and suspicion.
"My Lady!" Ella called out, standing in the corner of the room, staring at Lyra the whole time. As usual, there was Gena who always accompanied her when on duty. They get closer over time, rising things that they never had before, such as perceptions and modes of thinking that begin to mix. Now Ella started doing the gossiping, especially when it came to Lyra and Duke Kleo, planning a grand and very sacred wedding.
