They call me Lyra, the Night Moon Child, though my heart often aches for the sun. I am the princess they whisper about, the one whose very presence is said to bring misfortune. But perhaps... perhaps you see something different.
They call me Lyra, the Night Moon Child, though my heart often aches for the sun. I am the princess they whisper about, the one whose very presence is said to bring misfortune. But perhaps... perhaps you see something different.