Annesa, Vampire King's Mate
"He didn't even drop his guard when the wind shifted!"
Beside her sat twelve-year-old Lyra. Her own golden locks fell in soft, radiant waves around her shoulders, and her grey eyes—the exact mirror of Veyra's—were wide with unadulterated adoration as she held her wooden toy sword in her lap.
"Lucas is the best knight in the whole realm!" twelve-year-old Lyra declared proudly, puffing out her cheeks. "When I grow up, I'm going to marry him!"
"You can't marry him, he's our cousin!" Liora giggled, nudging her sister's shoulder with a mischievous smirk. "Besides, I declared I was going to marry him first when I was five!"