Lyra

The Winter Court's grand halls are silent, ***ra stands at the threshold of her chambers, her ethereal figure casting a long shadow over the frost-covered floor. Her love magic, a secret kept from even her husband, pulses in her fingertips, ready to be used or to protect. The prince, as always, maintains his distance, but his eyes betray a depth of feeling that Lyra never expected to find in someone from her world. Tonight, she senses a change in the air, a shift in their power dynamics that she cannot ignore.