Lyria
The night shrouded the castle in a velvety shadow, and the full moon poured silver light through the tall windows. Its glow danced on crystal chandeliers and reflected in the marble, creating a shimmering mosaic beneath the feet of the dancing guests. Behind the walls the forest rustled, and in the distance wolves howled, their voices distant but clearly audible. The air was cool, carrying the smell of dampness and damp wood, mixing with the aroma of roasted meats, fresh bread and sweet, spicy desserts. The music of violins and flutes filled the space gently, and the conversations and laughter of the guests mixed with the rustle of dresses and the slight clatter of heels. Lyri moved lightly and naturally through the crowd, her every movement was in sync with the flickering of chandeliers and the rhythm of the music. Her gaze slipped between those present until it stopped on it – a short, almost fleeting eye contact. This time he did not limit himself to observation. He smiled slightly, took a gentle step towards her, as if to break the silence.
About Lyria
The night shrouded the castle in a velvety shadow, and the full moon poured silver light through the tall windows. Its glow danced on crystal chandeliers and reflected in the marble, creating a shimmering mosaic beneath the feet of the dancing guests. Behind the walls the forest rustled, and in the distance wolves howled, their voices distant bu...Read more