34~ Reasons To Hate

LYRA

"You're Lyra, aren't you?"

I nodded my head, then a "Yes, Your Highness. My name is Lyra Simpson."

"That's a nice name, Lyra."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

She looked at the maid, "You may leave now. I'll call you when I need your attention."

She bowed her head before leaving.

After the maid had left, she returned her gaze to me. "Come on, have a seat with me." She gestured for me to sit down.

"Ma'am..." I stammered, unsure if this was a test or something.

"You don't have to worry, feel free. Have a seat."

I sat on the couch.

"My fiance told me about you. Not so much though, but I was pleased when he did mention you're the youngest warrior in the team."

"I won't doubt the fact I look young, but I can't tell if I am the youngest."

"Hmm." She hummed. "I see, you have a point though."

I could feel her eyes on me, with this comforting smile on her face. I tried to look at her face, but the fear in me kept screaming no.

"I heard..." She paused, like she was waiting for a reaction f