"Is it Arkan or Emir?" Lyria asked.
"Both are my real name." Lyria seemed unsatisfied but she did say each would take turns asking the other questions. It was Arkan's turn now. She focused on washing Arkan's neck wound by ripping her dress and dipping it in the pond water.
"What's your chosen last name?" he asked.
Out of all the questions, he asks that?
"I heard every generation of royals in Tollyria discuss between themselves and pick their own last name. You believe that names have powers. And by picking your own name, you make your mark in the world."
Lyria was obviously dumbfounded to hear about Tollyrians customs from Arkan's mouth. How did he know that?
"Or have you not picked your own name with your sisters?" Arkan's voice sounded more careful. He was afraid to hurt Lyria's
