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[center][b][color=82ca9d]Lyra[/color][/b][/center]

Lyra thought she had gotten by without being noticed too much. Lord Trystan went about his way and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She should have known that God was not so kind as to let her off the hook so easily. For the Lord Trystan returned to speak to her again. He had always been civil to her, as all of the Hyland children had been, but being this familiar was not looked well upon as far as servant/master relations. Was he perhaps looking for someone to warm his bed? How was she to dodge that? If he demanded, how would she refuse? A level of panic started to rise in her, making her heart beat faster.

His words shocked her. [color=82ca9d]"But your- my Lord Hyland... It is nothing of note. Such things are not worth your concern... I could not possibly be so bold as to sit at...[/color]"

She stared at the floor once again, shaking in her fear. What would his mother do to her?

[i]"If you are going to sit at my families table, speak as if you belong there."[/i]
[color=82ca9d]"But my Lord Hyland, I [b]don't[/b] belong there. I belong behind the table, serving my masters,"[/color]Lyra said in a small voice.