LIVIA (LYRA)’S POV.
Trying to focus on her eyes just to find out if she is someone like me here. I mean if it could happen to me why not someone else? Or if she is an impersonator. But there will be a better time. A better time to check that, all I get from focusing on just her eyes while she is too excited to get me out of bed; is her feeling of unease.
“I am without proper clothing,” I tell her, and her gaze shifts to my body.
Lyra’s body*
“Dress in something comfortable. You are not appearing before the king nor are you attending a banquet nor coming for the dinner. This one is okay.” She is still hyper.
I bet this conversation they are having must either be a funny one or an interesting one.
“Okay,” I respond and stand.
“Your eyes are beautiful. I had zero to no idea that one’s
