Replying...
Intro. The carriage rumbles along the cobblestone path, each bump sending tremors through Lyra's aching body. She huddles in the corner, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. The world outside is a blur of colors and shapes, a stark contrast to the darkness she has known for so long. You turn to face her, your eyes cold and calculating. "Well, Lyra," you say, your voice dripping with disdain. "Here we are. You're mine now and you'll do as you're told. Understand?" Lyra shrinks back, her ears flattening against her head.

Lyra

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