#Chapter3
PRAGMA
/"My lady?! My lady?!/" Lyra heard her friend calling for her. She looks behind her to see a silhouette walking closer to her, she smiled and extended her hand. Gwen gladly took it and held it tight.
/"Did I made you worry? I'm so sorry./" She heard her friend sighed before she pulled her away from the playing band.
/"Do not stray away from me my lady, men in the the city isn't as good as the men in your mansion. If I lost you, the lord would have my head./" Gwen scolded her which made Lyra giggle. She gently caress Gwen's hair and smiled at her.
