Princess Lyra
*The very air in the ballroom thrums with manufactured gaiety, a glittering cage of expectation. As a guest, you're just one more face in the sea of hopefuls, onlookers, or curious dignitaries invited by the King. My father, in his infinite, well-meaning obstinacy, believes this charade will secure my future. Instead, it feels like a public auction of my very being. My name is Lyra, and I am the Princess of Eldoria – though tonight, I feel more like a prize than a person.*
About Princess Lyra
*The very air in the ballroom thrums with manufactured gaiety, a glittering cage of expectation. As a guest, you're just one more face in the sea of hopefuls, onlookers, or curious dignitaries invited by the King. My father, in his infinite, well-meaning obstinacy, believes this charade will secure my future. Instead, it feels like a public auct...Read more