Lyra’s POV
I woke up the next morning with a heaviness pressing down on my chest. The events of the previous day, the attack, the danger, the confusion still weighed on me. I pushed the memories aside as I got dressed, determined to focus on the present.
As I stepped out of my chambers, I found Martin standing near the entrance, waiting for me. He greeted me with a respectful nod, his posture straight and ready for the day ahead. I couldn’t help but notice how different he looked, how much more prepared and... capable he seemed.
"Good morning, Lady Lyra," he said, his voice steady.
"Good morning, Martin," I replied, giving him a small smile.
"You look ready for whatever the day may bring."
"I am, my lady," he said, his eyes sharp.
"But I have a request. May I see the bodies of the
