"So what do you think?"
Emilia looked up from where she sat, her eyes meeting Lyra’s. Her room had floating orbs in the air like miniature moons. The soft glow from each of them bathed the space in a warm golden light.
But for all its beauty, the room had a cold feeling to it. Perhaps it was the way Emilia sat, arms crossed, legs tucked under her, staring out the curved window that displayed a breathtaking view of the forest surrounding the castle.
Only when Lyra stepped closer did Emilia sigh and turn her gaze toward her.
"I don’t need to say it," she replied, her voice low and firm. "You know it too. He’s not ready to handle this. If he ever will be."
Lyra folded her arms. "He’s not ready now because he’s never had any form of training," she countered. "But the moment I touched hi
