[color=82ca9d][b][center]Lyra[/center]
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The girl gasped, backing away from Trystan. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide in shock. They had lived under the same roof for several years and he had never spoken this way to her! Was he bored or truly trying to get her to his bed?

[color=82ca9d]"You may be my lord and master's son," [/color]Lyra said. [color=82ca9d]"But I never expected such cruelty from you. Is it an entertaining pasttime to toy with the mind of a servant? There are plenty of noble ladies here who would no doubt vie for such attentions from you. Please, go occupy yourself with them and leave me be."
[/color]Shaking violently, Lyra ran away as Lady Julia approached and spoke into Trystan's ear, no doubt telling him to stop conversing with the lower class.
Turning a corner, she hid behind the wall and wiped at her face where tears threatened to fall. Her heart pounded as she struggled to breathe again. Was God tormenting her also?

It had to be a game. Lord Trystan Hyland was to enter the tournament and vie for the hand of the princess. There was no way he would marry a servant over a princess. Was he trying to secure a mistress before his marriage? Well she would not be the one to warm his bed in his wife's abscence. She would not have bastard children to suffer as she had.

A rough hand grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. "Are you ill?" the voice of another servant demanded.
[color=82ca9d]"No... no..." [/color]Lyra stammered.
A jug was shoved into her hands. "Then get out there girl! Cups are beginning to empty!"

Stumbling back into the feast, Lyra tried to keep her feet steady as she walked among the nobles, filling cups with the rich wine she carried. It smelled strong. It made Lyra feel sick. The smell of any alcohol made her feel sick. There was a reason for that. One that plagued her nightmares to this day...

Her hands still shook as she poured, sometimes a few drops of wine would spill out but no one noticed the servant girl's distress. Why should they? 
Her eyes still glistened with tears as she approached other members of the Hyland family.
[color=82ca9d]"Wine for your cups?"[/color] she asked, cursing her shaking voice and hands. If she spilled wine on her master's family...

([@KillBox][@HushedWhispers][@RangingWolf][@Harley Q] or whoever else wants to interact with Lyra)