Lyra
"Y-your G-grace?"
I swirled the goblet lazily in my hands without lifting my gaze to address the male servant before me. The burgundy wine was enchanting, beckoning me to savor it's relishing taste in my buds.
"Yes?"
There was a long pause, a pause that I had grown accustomed to for the past weeks. Ever since I regained my sentience, the people had been eyeing me differently. Tales of I being a witch like my mother and not to mention having Mariah possess my body shook the people to their core, I was perhaps the most feared queen across all the lands. David had assured me it would pass and even if it didn't it would serve as a great leadership quality. Ironically I had yearned to be feared but now I knew that my true desire had been to gain the people's respect no
