Wedding...(3)

Having been woken from her dream, Lula cried out at the pain Thallan was giving to her arm.

"...who might this young miss be?..." Tugging harder on her arm, Thallan smiled at the yelp of pain Lula let out.

"I-I'm Lula, Kamryn is my sister...!" Tears clouded her eyes as the pain was beginning to be too much for her to handle.

"Kamryn?... Who's that?" Thallan couldn't remember any Kamryn in his service.

"Cough...Prince Thallan, Kamryn is the bride..." The royal tattoo artist quickly reminded Thallan of his wife.

"Is that her name...? I thought it was Carmen...but that still doesn't explain why you are sneaking into my room...?"

"I-I-I..." Lula couldn't come up with a good explanation towards why she was here, she couldn't remember how she self got in here.

"Speak now, or I'll charge you as an assassin."

"Wha-no, please! I just wanted to see you...!"

"Why?" Giving her arm another sharp tug, Lula cried out before spilling her guts.