Lyra
Twenty minutes later I exited my room to find a nervous-looking Evanka hovering by the top of the large spiral staircase. My sister and I have never been close. She is a good girl and even though I will never admit it to anyone I admire her quiet manner and comforting aura.
“Evanka, are you OK?” I ask her as I approached her. She quickly does a quick look around before speaking.
“I am sorry about the marriage; I overheard Mama and Papa arguing last night.” She looked me in the eye for the first time since she spoke.
“I offered to go instead, but Papa wouldn't have it. He said I would never survive that only someone like you could handle Ahmet.” She looks away again and I can feel the sorrow she is feeling for me.
“Hey.” I say as I step forward and take my sister's hands fo
