LYRA POINT OF VIEW

The forest outside Moonfang was quieter than the fortress.

Out here, the air felt different, cooler, freer, untouched by the constant noise of warriors, servants, and the endless weight of expectation that followed me within the royal halls. The wind moved gently through the tall pines, their branches whispering softly overhead while sunlight slipped through the leaves in scattered patches of gold.

It was the only place where I could breathe.

The only place where I did not ...