Lysandra stood infront of the window, looking toward the lush garden outside, her chin resting on her palm.
She looked travelled, yet a touch of somethng, maybe bliss, remained on her feature.
"Yo... Ly... Se...!" A cheerful voice called on to her.
She looked toward her. It was Thristle, rushing toward her.
Thristle collided against her side, making her stumble, before regaining her balance.
"Thristle, stop being a child, already." Lysandra scolded, before looking outside the window again.
Thristle grinned, "Ohh... Come one. It's nothing new." Playfully pokking at her side.
Lysandra sighed, then looked ouside the window again.
Thristle's grim faltered, as she asked, standing beside her, "Lyse... Is something wrong?"
Lyaandra turned her head toward her. She thought for a moment, before replying, "When I... Ah... Woke up this morning..."
"My King kissed you?" Thristle asked,
"What? No... I mean yes." She growled, "I am not talking about that."
