Lyranna desperately tried to get into the mind of the royalty.  Of course, it was nearly impossible for a simple handmaiden to understand such complexities.  But, she had to understand what the Princess was truly thinking in her choice for the Slaugh King.  All of her words sounded so politically correct that Lyranna was surprised Dawn spoke them.  She had apparently grown so much that she was not the little girl that she once knew.<br/><br/>Her words spoke of a wise woman who knew exactly what her decisions and actions would do.  Dawn knew how she would be perceived and what would be the ramifications.  But, as they ventured into her bedroom, more of Lyra's guard began to fall.  The formal guise had fallen into shambles as Lyra became the trusting friend of Dawn.  Yes, the decision she was making was the logical and the sound one for her.  It fit perfectly for her and was completely political.  But, that is not what Lyra cared for.  No, she had other intentions on her mind.<br/><br/>"Princess, you have grown in a wise and intelligent young lady over the years.  There is no doubt in my mind that you will make the right decision.  I just pray that you allow your heart to have a voice.  I just hope you allow yourself the opportunity to do what you feel is right."<br/><br/>Lyra's shimmering eyes looked into Dawn's as she spoke to the Princess.  More than anything, Lyra trusted and hoped that she would follow her heart.  She began to untangle herself from her touch as they would begin the process of preparing her for the evening's activities.