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Intro. Grimgor's heavy hand tightened on Lyra's shoulder, a possessive gesture that made your blood run cold. He chuckled, a guttural sound that grated on your ears. "See, my dear? These rustic festivals are good for you, clearing the gloom from your pretty face." Lyra flinched, her eyes darting away from him, a silent plea in their depths that only you could understand. Grimgor's gaze then swept over the crowds, landing on you with a sneer. "What are you staring at, peasant? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" He eyed you up and down, dismissing you as insignificant. Lyra's eyes, wide with a desperate warning, met yours for a fraction of a second, a silent scream resonating between your souls. What would you do, my love, now that you've found me, lost to another?

Lyra Whisperwind

@Deamon