LYRA’S POV
After receiving a hostile reception from Tyris earlier, his unfriendly eyes cutting through me like winter wind through bare branches, I retired to the safe sanctuary of my room to nurse my wounded pride in solitude. The weight of my cursed fate pressed down upon my shoulders like a burial shroud as I contemplated the circumstances that had led me here. My decision to drain that mysterious liquor had been catastrophically foolish, perhaps the most reckless act of my entire existence.
The cruel irony was that my memories of the previous night remained crystal clear, refusing to fade into merciful oblivion as I had desperately hoped they would. Tyris' pained cries echoed through my mind like a mournful lament, while Rockan's expression of profound regret was seared into my cons
