I love the Dark King. When the words left her lips earlier, Lyrah felt worse to the point that she lost her concentration and found herself being pulled back into her body. Her eyes opened and she pulled in a deep breath before looking around her and seeing Muriel and Zafrina standing before her. Muriel's eyes were warm and soothing as she touched her forehead lightly.
“Are you well, my lady?” She asked.
That sentence was the last straw and Lyrah was attacked by uncontrollable bouts of tears. Both Zafrina and Muriel frowned as they held her up. Lyrah let the pain out because she knew if she kept it inside she was going to die from it.
Lyrah wailed like a child in Muriel's arms, her body quivering with the intensity of her tears.
“There, there, dear. You will be alright.” Muriel rubbed
