But Lyria awoke only an hour before the dinner was set to commence, and in a rage, she demanded that Navaill tell no one she was awake. Although he tried to argue, he was bound to obey her commands. So he told no one.
Of course, Aertis needed no notice or invitation to come calling, and she did so just after Lyria woke up, holding a white, long sleeved gown with a green leather corset.
“I have bought the cutest--” she stopped mid-sentence as she saw Lyria still laying in bed, half-propped up against an array of pillows. Aertis was still halfway through the door, and froze at the sight of her friend. Turning to Navaill, she hissed, “why is she still resting? You assured me this morning that she would be entirely better by this evening,” Aertis narrowed her eyes at the servant.
“She had
