“YOUR Grace, are you really, okay?” Lyla asked in a concerned voice.
Celeste was applying medicine on Lyla’s back. Lyla was sitting at the edge of the bed.
“Don’t worry about me, Lyla. I’m fine.”
“Your Grace, parang hindi ka nasasaktan.” Pansin ni Lyla.
Tipid na ngumiti si Celeste. “I’m already getting used to it. And I already have high pain tolerance. Parang kagat na lang ang langgam ang hampas ng latigo sa akin. Compare to you.”
Natigilan si Lyla. “Get used to it?” Nilingon niya ang reyna.
Tumango si Celeste. “Okay. It’s done.” Aniya nang matapos niyang lagyan ng benda ang likod ni Lyla. “I’m sorry. Next time, I won’t get you involved.”
“So, you’re planning to escape again, Your Grace?” tanong ni Lyla.
“Yeah. I won’t stop until I leave this place. I felt suffocated staying here
