บท 192: Headache

Lumielle had to deal with more than she wanted to. She had far too many things on her busy mind that sleep didn't come easily. Her fingers touched the plate, delicately tracing it with her fingers before she pushed it away from her. 

"Aren't you going to finish that, Princess?" Lyanna asked. She looked somewhat worried. 

Her eyes looked at Lyanna, her hair had been pinned away from her face to expose her freckled warm cheeks and gentle angelic features. She had the type of beauty that made her approachable. Men wanted to talk to her. 

So, the genuine question was did she feel bad towards Lyanna? The Lyanna who had died begging to see Asterias and clutching onto Lumielle's hand, desperately hoping it to be a lifeline.