Lyra
My father never quite spoke about my mother. In fact, while growing up, I had had a ferocious argument with Mitchell about how babies came to exist. Of course him having both parents contributed heftily to his theory whilst my theory only revolved around a single parent. Later when we were older he would use every opportunity he could think of to embarrass me with my absurd theory. Strangely enough all these occasions happened to be in front of fairly good looking lads within the kingdom. I really missed Mitchell.
Of course once in a while curiosity churned my insides but I never quite brought my inquiries to my father. It was not because I feared his reaction but because he always held a look of melancholy whenever someone else brought her up. With time I made peace with th
