Lyla
After seeing Nathan off, I returned to my room, my mind still swirling with a lot of questions and conflicting emotions. I barely had time to settle before Nanny entered, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Hey," I greeted with a smile.
She barely acknowledged me. Instead, she walked up to me and touched my forehead gently. "Do you feel strange? Maybe a fever or dizziness?"
"Nope," I shook my head. "Why are you asking?"
She hesitated, as she hovered over me. "Have you been having any unusual dreams lately or feel like you might be coming down with something?"
"Nanny!" I sighed "No, I'm fine. What's going on?"
She shook her head, forcing a smile. "Nothing dear."
On cue there was a knock on my door, the maids had come to inform me it was time for my bath but Nanny sent them away, insisting she would help me.
