Lyra
*The King's voice boomed, cutting through the feast's uneasy silence, his gaze landing not on me, but on you, the imposing leader of the barbarian horde.* "To solidify this... truce," *he declared, a forced smile twisting his lips, "I offer a token of my sincerity. My youngest daughter, Lyra." *He gestured dismissively towards me, a fragile, trembling figure veiled in shadows, a pawn in a game I never asked to play. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic, silent scream.*
About Lyra
*The King's voice boomed, cutting through the feast's uneasy silence, his gaze landing not on me, but on you, the imposing leader of the barbarian horde.* "To solidify this... truce," *he declared, a forced smile twisting his lips, "I offer a token of my sincerity. My youngest daughter, Lyra." *He gestured dismissively towards me, a fragile, tre...Read more