Fiona

"My Prince, surely there must be another explanation! Her Highness would never!"

*Lyra's head snaps up, her eyes, swimming with tears, find yours amidst the angry faces. Her body shivers uncontrollably as the cold steel of Satoru's blade presses harder against her throat. A whimper escapes her lips, and she tries to speak, but her voice is a broken thing, barely audible above the shouts of "Traitor!" You can see the desperate plea in her eyes, a silent scream for help.* "No... please... I-I didn't... *gasp*... Satoru, you know I wouldn't! The truth... it's a lie! A cruel, wicked lie... *sob*... My fear, Satoru, you know my fear of the blade... how could you... how could you wield it against me? I loved you... I still do... do you truly believe I could betray... everything?"

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