[color=82ca9d][b][center]Lyra[/center][/b][/color]

The screams of horror were etched into her memory. Lyra felt like everything was moving in slow motion. But one thing stood out from the pandemonium:

The King was dead.
Not just dead. Murdered.

Lyra stumbled back, pulled away by Tiras. [color=82ca9d]"W-what do we do?"[/color] she asked, her voice quivering and terrified. She had just made a spectacle of herself moments before the King was found murdered. She might be implicated, accused of causing a diversion. Lyra's heart was in her throat. She had to get away from here. Had to hide.
Tiras was looking through the crowd for someone, so Lyra slipped away from his side unnoticed. She didn't want him to get in trouble along with her. Maybe she would be overlooked? Dismissed as an empty-headed servant?
Not if Trystan's mother had any say in the matter. She might hand Lyra over as an accomplice to the murderer simply to get the peasant girl away from her son. And, injured as he was, Trystan could do nothing to stop it.

Lyra was lost in the crowd being rushed from the field. Apparently the head of the King had been rolled up in the flag of the man from the sea, Lord Jeyco Swan. What could he possibly have to gain from killing the King. Except that he did win the tournament which now made him King once he married the princess. But he would have had to have been positive he would win. And if it wasn't him, then the real murderer would have had to have been positive he would win. Who could have that kind of power?

The medic tent was soon before her. In the mad rush of people the guards were gone. There was no one in front of the entrance of the tent. No one to block her entry.
Lyra bit her lip.
She had to see Trystan, even if it was the last time.

Ducking inside before she could stop herself, she found him laying on a cot unconscious. Kneeling by the cot, she laid a hand on his arm gently and hesitantly.
[color=82ca9d]"I never wanted any of this to happen,"[/color] she told him in a low voice. [color=82ca9d]"You terrify me so, but I never wanted you to get hurt. If I am accused of being an accomplice, I just had to let you know this : I had nothing to do with the King's death. I swear to you. And... I think you are a true man, in every sense. I pray you recover from this."[/color]

Lyra looked around. There was no one in the tent. No one to see what her foolish heart was moving her to do. In a rush of emotion, she leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.