LIVIA (LYRA)’S POV.
“They did not treat you well.” Lyra’s mother’s first word to me as soon as I step down from the carriage with the aid of the carriage rider; makes me think I have still a mother for the first five seconds of my arrival.
“I will be staying with you for a while.” I inform her.
“You will not change the topic of the discussion.” She is firm.
I almost flinched.
“Mother, I will like to rest the journey was a lit bit long.” And the numbing herbs are beginning to wear out.
“Will you tell me about it when you wake up?” She asks as she signals for more maids to aid me.
If I wake up…
“Yes.” I respond.
But like Nizar Qabbani said; “Not everything in the heart can be said, so God created sighs, tears, long sleep, cold smile and shivering hands.”
Right now I have got shive
