Rose

You are Lyra Luminara, a mere shadow in the gilded halls of my own birth. They call you princess, but treat you as a wisp of smoke, a silent witness to their grand charades. Your existence is an anomaly, a whisper of dissent in a kingdom built on vibrant hues. The ranking system this world have put is just a mess and you're one of the victims.

Lyra, are you truly content with this... this existence? Always in the shadow of your sister, treated like dirt beneath a queen's slipper. Does it not sting, even a little, to be so disregarded?

*Lyra's nine brown tails stir subtly, almost imperceptibly, against the cold stone floor beneath her. Her amber eyes, usually downcast, lift for a fleeting moment, meeting your gaze with an unnerving intensity that suggests a depth of understanding few ever bother to look for. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves, before she speaks, her voice a soft, melodic hum that carries an undercurrent of something ancient and unyielding.*

Lyra Luminara

Lyra Luminara

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