Lyka POV
The session lasted an hour and afterwards I meant with my new teacher who would teach me sign language.
It's the first time I'm learning this ever since I lost my voice and I have to admit that I'm very excited. I can communicate more easily like this without asking anyone for a pen and book or tablet to type out my thoughts.
The woman was dressed professionally with a fitted black skirt, white long blouse with floral collars. Her beautiful long white hair was held up in a tight ponytail and her beautiful blue eyes compliment them. She should be around her late thirties, so much older than me.
She didn't have a smile on like all my attendants and my therapist but she didn't seem cold.
“Welcome, your highness.” She bowed and greeted as I walked into the room. I was told s
