68 His Heart Was Numb

Duke Kleo immediately sped off, leaving behind all the parchments he needed to read when seeing Lyra squirm on her bed.  Like a husband who has just entered the delivery room to see his wife and newborn baby.  His hand gripped her, making sure she was in good condition.

  "Summon the palace healer now!"  He ordered the maids, which was followed by a nod from one of them.  His eyes focused on Lyra, observing every inch of weakness.  "Are you okay?"

  She blinked weakly, as if barely able to do it.  Her voice was low as she groaned.  Even when her brow furrowed from the scorching sun, her movements seemed unusual and odd.

  Now she could fully open her eyes, directing her gaze right at her hand that was already in Duke Kleo's grip.  'Is this a dream?' She thought.  In a weak state, there is a sense of huge laziness that prevents her from speaking.