Lyra’s POV
I had decided to visit the palace doctor at his house.
“Lyra. What a pleasant surprise! Come in?"
“Thank you, Sir Dorian. Has Freya woken up?"
“Just as I expected! She is making progress and has begun taking potions by mouth. Her wound is healing; but it's still deep. She can speak now,” he informed me as he led me to the room where he was nursing Freya.
The room smelled of lavender and dried herbs. I slipped in quietly, unsure if she was resting. She sat upright, propped by stiff pillows, her wrists bandaged beneath the sleeves of her nightdress.
She turned at the sound of the door. A weak smile dragged across her face.
“I was starting to think you'd forgotten me.”
“I didn't.” I crossed the room, seating myself at the edge of her bed. “I waited until the guards change
