Lyra

Lyra

The rage that is running through me at the moment is almost palatable, the red haze at the corner of my eye has me taking a deep breath. Nickoli is standing next to the car my father had purchased in the hope of me using it.

I don't pay him any attention as I put my helmet on, throw my leg over my bike and take off.  Arriving back at my aunt's nest I get off my bike and wait for Nickoli to catch up. The moment I see the car on the drive I slip the dagger I keep on me at all times out.

It was a gift from my father for my one hundredth birthday. Watch him get out of the car he looks nervous and so he should.

“Nickoli, i am sure you know i am furious you spoiled my fun tonight” He shifts from foot to foot. “Princess, I..” He gets no more words out as I stab him in the neck and watch him fall to his knees, he won't die but he will bleed out and suffer until I decide differently.

“Lyra!”

The screeching irritating voice of my aunt. Rolling my eyes I turn to a red in the face outraged woman. “Yes Aunt?” I reply in a sweet voice and with a bright smile.

“What is the meaning of this?” she demands as Nickoli falls to the floor.

“Oh nothing, Nickoli here forgot his place and so he will suffer” I say in my sweet Russian accent, waving a hand in the air as I walk past her. The moment I get into the house my cell phone starts ringing and I already know it’s coming from home.

“Hello” I answer in Russian.

“Lyra, I have heard reports of your behaviour”

“ Ah papa, so nice to hear your voice”

“ Enough of the bullshit Lyra, we need you home”.

“No papa i think i like it here”

“ Your brother needs your help”

“And again no papa Vladimir wants to use my gifts to further his campaign. So no” The line is silent for a moment before he speaks .

“Lyra you are still my daughter and as so i demand you to return"

"Daughter, Daughter papa you throw me away, you discard me and use my gift but never give me my place. Even though you know Vladimir is weak and Evanka is a follower, I should be taking over but no you think I should be used as a ploy to trade for a treaty. No papa I will not return”

I am so angry my chest is heaving as my temper gets the better of me again.

“Lyra do not make me come and drag you home” A bitter laugh comes from me before i say.

“Goodbye Papa” and hang up. 

I hate how my father can make me furious. They just want to use me to help my brother gain support for his campaign to rule most of Europe. You see, I can dream hop but only if I have had some kind of physical contact with them, therefore I can influence people through their dreams.

My whole life has been about Vladimir and how he will become King one day . It's for the good of the kingdom, that's the kind of shit I grew up hearing. Evanka my sister is beautiful and happy to allow our father to practically sell her for the fucking kingdom.

I mean what about her true tie the person made for her? Then there was me the youngest and last, I refused to be sold for the good of the kingdom, I wanted to help with my fathers businesses but no you are a lady Lyra you must act like one.

Fuck that bullshit I was stronger willed than Vlaimir, I could run daddys pressus kingdom. My brother is pathetic, I ran rings around him when I decided to start up a rival business. His title meant nothing to me but I did find it amusing when he tries to use it to intimidate people into doing as he wants.

I know my father will be angry and if i am honest i really dont give a shit not after what he and Vladimir did to Dmitri It was my fault not his they had no right to touch him.

Dmitri is my best friend back home, he ran the business with me and as a punishment my father drained and imprisoned Dmitri, he is currently being held in the dungeons of my family nest back home. 

***Flashback***

Both Demitri and I are on our knees with our hands tied behind our back in front of my father, brother and some of the elders. I look to my right to where Dmitri is quietly awaiting his sentence.

“Lyra.” My father snaps, drawing my attention to him.

“Do you deny these allegation?” I just lift my chin and smile “No.” His face hardens as I can see his aura start to darken .

“You then admit to deliberately setting up a rival business and going against the family?” I think about this for a second then shake my head with a bitter laugh.

“No Papa, my family left me no choice, they turned their back on me” I say well looking directly into my fathers blazing red eyes.

``Do not test me Lyra, you went against the family” I watch as some of the elders look between us in fear but the others, the ones who lick my fathers ass shoots me deathly glances.

“Well put it this way Papa i will not be used as a treaty tool or be a trophy so do your worst Papa you and the little King” I say through clenched teeth, the last bit spat towards Vladimir. My father looks at me with a nasty smile.

“Ok Lyra, I sentence Dmitri to be drained and detained for a maximum of one hundred years and you Princess Lyra will be banished from our nest to go to your Aunts nest in America .”

The horror of what he just said hits me NO! NO! NO!

“No Dmitri has nothing to do with this drain me, leave him alone” My father smirks and Vladimir laughs.

“Lyra, its fine ill be fine” Dmitri says as my head whips to the side to lock eyes to my childhood best friend as they drag him away.

“You said do my worst Lyra, now I know punishing Dmitri would be the worst for you” My father says as he walks out leaving me on the floor.

***End of flashback***

My cold heart still feels the loss of my friend but I made him a silent promise that if I could I would free him at the earliest possible time , and I will.