Lyra watched the brief moment of relapse in her true friend's face and realized that she was now firm in her decision.  Despite her personal opinions on the matter, Lyra became very aware of her position.  She had no power.  She was just a simple handmaiden and she was refusing an order by royalty that she was supposed to watch.  Surely, if the elders ever caught wind of her reluctance, she would be relieved of her position in a very quick and painless order.  Swallowing the large lump in her throat, Lyra knew what she had to do.  It may have gone against every fiber of her being, but a request had been made and she must comply.<br/><br/>"Yes, Princess.  I will depart this instant..."<br/><br/>The white lace of her veil covered her face slightly as she lowered it to the floor.  Bending her knees slightly in a small curtsy, the handmaiden fluttered past the knight in a flurry of her flowing dress.  Thankfully, the fear tried to hide on her face as her skin grew to match the color of her dress.  Feeling her heart jump into her throat, Lyra left the suite and went in search of the Slaugh King.