Ryan

I watched Lyra as she rested, her chest rising and falling with each breath. My soldiers and Harbringer had left to their respective homes. Wista had gone to the pick more herbs from the forest to aid in Lyra's recovery. Before she left, she gave Lyra a foul-smelling drink to help her heal even faster. The concoction seemed to be helping as there was color in Lyra's cheeks and her side was no longer bleeding.

Alone with my beauty, I was free to trace the delicate ...