Author's POV Lyra blinked, hoping she didn't hear him properly. The sheer audacity of it all. He still trusted her. Defended her. "You seem to still trust her a lot despite everything that has happened between you two." "No, I don't," he snapped. He quickly changed his words. "Right, she might try to poison you... but you'll be safe. There are private guards to watch you. They would make sure to keep you safe." His hand reached out to her stomach and continued to rub it gently. "Is the pain gone?" "What pain?" She asked, forgetting the lie she cooked up. Damian's face crumpled in confusion. She quickly regained herself, and entered her dramatic mood. "Ahhhh.... I'm still feeling it. Just a little though." She whimpered, her face twisted with pain. "Sorry, Lyra," he whispered, still oblivious of the fact that she was merely fooling him. Lyra nodded, lieing back. "But still I want to have my own private chef. With Elara's threats, I can't trust the kitchen staff with my meal anymo
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