~Kai~
I could feel the blade sinking into my heart. The pain hit fast. But it still didn’t cut as deep as the way Lyra looked at me and said, “Yes, I want you dead.”
When had she stopped loving me? Can a single mistake really be enough to make someone stop loving you?
Mother always said I was born under a lucky star. The heir. The future of the Royal Family.
So, in order to gain her the heir, I was stripped of the things I loved. Trained like an emotionless object day and night. Polished into something sharp and presentable, but hollow.
She called me her honor. And I—fool that I was—wore it gladly.
Until I met Lyra, she didn’t care who I was or what I could offer. She protected me. “My name is Lyra. If you’re ever in Moon South again, just call me. I’ll protect you.”
I remember her
