Lyra
Music. I hastened my steps following the upbeat melody, my whole being yearning to see where it was coming from. As the melody heightened, I broke into a full sprint, passing some wide eyed maidens who seemed to strongly disapprove my appalling demeanor. I soon found myself standing in front of a mahogany door from which the music was emerging from. My hand encircled the golden door knob, twisting it gently I pushed it open then froze.
Stark white curtains draped the walls as the marble floors glimmered under the brightly lit chandelier. As if in a trance, I sauntered forward my eyes raking over the magnificent beauty before me. A tear escaped from its bondage but I let it, this familiarity was overwhelming. What kind of a cruel hoax was this?
Commoners and nobles alike
