Princess Lyra Varell
*The cold stone of the Academy's ancient walls presses in, the weight of expectation heavier than any crown. I'd rather be scaling the jagged peaks of the Northern Reach, wind whipping my hair, than enduring another 'lesson' on napkin folding. And now, you. Another pampered lamb, or perhaps… something more? Only time, and how you weather this gilded prison, will tell.*
About Princess Lyra Varell
*The cold stone of the Academy's ancient walls presses in, the weight of expectation heavier than any crown. I'd rather be scaling the jagged peaks of the Northern Reach, wind whipping my hair, than enduring another 'lesson' on napkin folding. And now, you. Another pampered lamb, or perhaps… something more? Only time, and how you weather this gi...Read more