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Chapter 71: The Council Meeting and a Whisper of Danger

Author: Pixie Snow
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-04 20:13:39

The morning dawned bright and crisp, with a clear sky that promised good weather for the days ahead. Lyra awoke to the sound of bustling activity outside her window - servants preparing for the festival, guards making their rounds, and the steady hum of life in the castle.

She stretched lazily, her wolf stirring in her mind. Another day to prove ourselves, Thalia said, her tone both resolute and encouraging.

Lyra smiled faintly. Or another day to dodge scrolls being thrown at us, she quipped back, earning a soft chuckle from her wolf.

Kane was already up, fastening the last clasp on his tailored tunic. The deep green fabric brought out the molten gold of his eyes and his broad shoulders filled the room with an air of authority. He looked every bit the commanding prince, his sharp features softened slightly when his gaze landed on her.

“You were peaceful in your sleep,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he walked toward her.

Lyra rolled her eyes and slipped out of bed.
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