Chapter 9

LYRA'S POV

The damp road beneath my feet felt like a trail of forgotten memories, each step echoing the pain within me. The moon, now a distant companion, cast its glow on the wet leaves brushing against my ankles. As I walked through the deserted palace halls, the memories of the Royal hall flooded my mind.

It had been a while since I had been there, the place where I worked since childhood. The Royal hall, a realm of power and politics, held both the echoes of my mother's reign and the shadows of my own struggles. I hadn't stepped into it since the day I punched Raven for talking about my mother.

Sighing, I continued down the dimly lit corridor, memories replaying like a haunting melody. The walls seemed to whisper secrets of a bygone era, and the cool air carried the scent of history.

My journey led me to Helena's place, a woman who had been like a mother to me. She was the caretaker, a guiding figure in my lif