Lyra’s POV:“It’s time.” Gallen announced.“Time for what?” I asked.“No time for questions, follow me.” Havoc ordered.Gallen stepped out of the storage house, while we stood at the entrance.In not less than two minutes, I saw Gallen leading about fifteen men as they were about to walk past the storage house.Then Havoc suddenly grabbed me by the hands and pulled me into the crowd.And once again I perceived that ominous scent, I had no idea who it came from as I was in the midst of almost 18 men.“Make sure you look tired and worn out.” He instructed, as we came close to the main gate.At the main gate, there were two guardsmen positioned at the two ends of the black iron gate.Four were scouting round the walls that surrounded the area and more might even be positioned outside.One guardsman suddenly walked up to Gallen, from where I stood I could overhear the discussion between the two men.“Gallen!” The guardsman called out.“Joeffer, how are you doing today?” Gallen asked.“Not
Lyra’s POV:“What should we do now?” Havoc asked, waking me up from my daydreams.“I do have an idea, but it has to be done by the both of us.” I replied.“Care to share?” He asked.“I had this crazy idea a while ago, I saw a group of performers flocking in and out of this field. They passed through that passage.” I said, as I nudged my head to the direction of the passage.“So what do you suggest?” He inquired.“Let’s go one after the other through that passage, we shall both take turns to avoid suspicion and to keep an eye on Gallen. I will go first and sneak around the place for at least thirty minutes, when I get back I will tell you of my findings and I will break down every mapping of every new passage and direction I come across. In order to make it easier and faster for you to do the same.” I explained.“What if one of us finds something fascinating and we decide to stay longer than thirty minutes?” Havoc asked.“Whatever thing you or I find but can’t survey due to time we wou
Lyra's POV:“Follow me.” He said and began to walk deeper into the corridor.I followed him regardless of how scared I was. I needed to find Xander.We stopped in front of a room, he pushed the door open and we stepped inside.“What do you want to know?” He began.“Where is Xander?” I asked again for the uptint time.“My father has him.” He replied.“The viscount?” I asked rhetorically. “Why?” I questioned further.“He has been trying to get Lord Draven’s attention for months now. He has written and sent letters to his castle in Tiluk, but has received no response. He knows of Lord Draven's rage towards the SilverMoon Pack and him wanting to put an end to Thaddeus Blackstorm. So he abducted Xander, he wrote a letter last night and sent it to the grand castle. Hoping to get a response but have yet to receive a reply.” He explained.“I do not understand, why does your father want to get Draven's attention?”“Because Lord Draven is like a tide, he is unstoppable. He destroys everything
Lyra's POV:Gallen, Havoc and I returned to the mansion as planned. Not exactly as planned, Gallen and I were to sneak back in while we remained hidden in a barrel. While Havoc could return on his own the next day.Instead the three of us sneaked back in using the barrel. After the offloading process, we got out of our respective wine barrels, dressed up in our normal attire and sneaked back into our rooms.I tiptoed to my bed, took out all the pillows one after the other then I slipped into my bed.Before I drifted off to sleep I reminded myself of one thing. Havoc's explanation, he claimed that I was with him while I was with Clegane.This can only mean one thing. “It was Draven Darkmoon.”>I woke up quite late, I guess the stress from my journey with Gallen and Havoc last night really got to me.I was about to step out of the room with Eadmond, who had come to fetch me. When a maid ran in.“Ser Xander has been found.” She announced, her face beaming with smiles.Her happiness c
Lyra's POV:Later that night I sneaked out of the room and went to the library.When I got inside I turned around trying to make sure the door was perfectly closed.“How have you been?” A familiar voice asked out of the blue.I turned around and I was shocked to see Xander stitted on the sofa.He looked tired and worn out, he looked linner than usual and he was staring at me deeply.“I have been good.” I replied. “Were you treated badly over there?” I asked but he continued to stare.“Is there a problem? Why do you keep looking at me that way?”“I can't take my eyes off you, Lyra. You look beautiful.” He replied.I was surprised, I expected him to have gotten a reality check by now. But here he was, spewing rubbish.“You need to stop this, you are only making things harder for the both of us.” I replied.“While I was away, I grew scared. Not because I feared losing my life or my position. But because I couldn't imagine a life without you. I wished that I could tell you how I genuinely
Thalia's POV:I lay down on my bed, face down. I was frustrated. Everything that unfolded earlier at the garden left me stunned.I couldn't believe my mother lashed out like that,And as for Xander, it seemed as though he had no desire to engage with me, his gaze seemed cold and distant."You ought not to be upset with me, child." Mother said softly as she took her seat beside me.“I am not vexed, merely confused.” I replied. “Why did Xander appear so disinterested? He did not even try to acknowledge your presence." I sighed, I suddenly recalled Lyra's words, she often urged me to hasten my training and secure Xander as my mate, lest the distance between us would widen beyond repair.“I must disclose something to you, Thalia,” Mother began, she sounded worried. “Before you were born, when Talon was but a young child, your father uncovered a most startling truth: he was fated to two mates. The other was a young and comely seamstress. By the time I learned of your father’s infidelity, i
Lyra's POV:A few days past, I dreamt of my life within the walls of the Orphan Home, before I fled and found myself in the city of Zurik.In those days, I was but a child, scarcely ten years of age. The harshness of the Orphan Home had grown unbearable, and so, I came up with a plan for escape.TEN YEARS AGO: On the Fourth Day of the Eighth Month in the Year 1737.AT: St. Modera’s Orphan Home in Corvin.“Why are you still awake, Lyra? You must retire to bed before Elder Syriana finds you.” Elisar Cautioned.Elisar had been like a sister to me since the day I first learned to walk. She had always cared for me, being the eldest among us, while I was the youngest.“I’m devising a plan.” My small voice answered.“What plan?” She asked, stepping closer.“An escape plan.” I whispered, crouched upon the cold floor of the children’s room. A piece of charcoal in my hand, I scribbled on a scrap of newspaper, forming words and blurry diagrams.“Have you lost your mind, Lyra? Do you wish to be b
Lyra's POV:Leaving the Orphan Home I found myself on the streets of Corvin. I roamed around during the day, begging for food and plucking fruits in the forests. At night I slept under a bridge where other homeless children and beggars slept.Luckily, I came across Ma-Elora. She was a local seamstress who had no children, she was abandoned by her husband because of her inability to have a child.Ma-Elora took a liking to me, she took me in as a young apprentice. She was like a mother I never had, but things took a turn for the worse when she began to get losses, she barely made sales, or had customers.I had merely worked with her for two weeks when the losses began, so she blamed it all on me. She called me Bad Luck, and from then on the maltreatment started.My life was once again made a living hell, but regardless it couldn't be compared to my rough life at The Orphan Home.One night, while I was in a light slumber. I heard noises emanating from Ma-Elora’s room.I slowly crept out