C7 LYRA POV:

Lyra huddled up against the cold stone wall of the guest room, panting. Scarcely had the heavy wood door shut behind her when she began trembling, something that she had tried to keep from Marcus and his men.

She shook as she tried to undo her cloak. the dark material fell to the floor. she stared at it, remembering how it had lashed around her when she knelt outside. she was a princess