“What is your name?” The low fires crackling from the fireplace warmed up the room quickly. With the windows shut and curtains drawn, the wintry chill that had Kyla’s cheeks growing pale was kept at bay. And as she made herself comfortable on the sofa, she did not dispute the fact that Lillia's dress was absolutely warm and soft to her skin, so much that she felt out of place for even wearing it. “Kyla, my lady.” She replied quietly, lowering her head. Her eyes lingered on her fingers, watching them involuntarily dig into her dress. It had been quite a while since Lillia, Maera and Selene left. Elder Blackwell must be doing a pretty good job, to have kept the guards till now. She thought momentarily as Nefertiti’s voice floated into her thoughts again. “Oh yes, Kyla. Forgive me, child.” Nefertiti tilted her head thoughtfully. “Now that I think about it, I heard Lillia call you once, but what is your full name dear?” Kyla stiffened. Her fingers paused, digging even deeper into her
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