Lyra
She pulled back with a gasp at the kiss. Raising her hand to her lips, she touched them gently as they tingled under her fingers. Her first kiss...
"My Lord... we can't..." she protested.
"I am of low blood, despite being of Hyland descent. We are in actuality cousins. Your family... they would-" her words were cut off when someone entered the tent. Lyra whimpered like a hurt pup when she realized who it was.
"L-l-lord Emerin!" she stammered, falling backwards on her bottom in an effort to scramble away.
"I didn't... I mean... I... I..."Panic threatened to squeeze the very life from her. Lady Julia was coming! And one of the lords had seen her and Trystan kiss!
"She's going to kill me!" Lyra moaned in fear, covering her face and trying to cower beside a table.
"Please do not tell her!" she begged, looking with pleading eyes at Emerin.
"I beg of you Lord Emerin! I will do whatever you ask, just please... please don't tell her! Do not let her kill me, or worse cast me out! I shall die if I have to become like my mother! Please!"Lyra babbled on in whimpering sobs, shaking in fear. If Lord Emerin would not keep this secret Lyra was on her way to becoming a common whore to survive, if she survived at all.
In her fear she didn't realize she was cowering towards Trystan, her mind unconciously turning to him for protection.
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