Transcending Reality: When The Game Becomes Life

Lyra's Plan

AURORA STORMBRINGER POV

Following the conclusion of the purportedly significant gathering between our two nations, Lyra and I discover ourselves occupying a commodious guest room within the magnificent castle. Despite the fact that the room is ornately adorned with aesthetically pleasing decorations, striking furnishings, and a sophisticated interior that resembles the chambers of the queen herself, Lyra, my companion, appears to be vehemently opposed to the idea of staying here.

As we stepped into the spacious room, the first thing that caught our eyes was the impressive and intricate decor. The walls were draped with elegant tapestries that depicted scenes of battles and conquests, while the high ceiling was adorned with a striking chandelier that illuminated the room with a soft glow. The floor was laid with the finest Persian rugs that complemented the mahogany furniture, including a king-size bed, an antique armoire, and a comfortable chaise lounge.

Despite the grandeur of the guest room, Lyra appeared to be visibly annoyed with the idea of staying in such a setting. Her displeasure was evident in the way she scrunched up her nose in distaste, let out an exasperated sigh, and muttered under her breath, "Tch, to let her highness stay in a place like this. How dare they subject us to such inadequate lodgings!"

As Lyra paced back and forth in the room, her mind raced with thoughts of retribution. "I should go and teach them a lesson," she thought to herself, her eyes narrowed in anger. "How dare they treat us with such insolence! I must make them understand the gravity of their mistake and the importance of treating their guests with the utmost respect and hospitality."

Mind you, although Lyra has her own room, she took it upon herself to become my personal maid in the absence of Evangeline, who did not come with us. She even shooed away the maid who was assigned to take care of me under the orders of the queen of this nation. At this point, I don't even know what to think of her.

"Lyra, please stop whatever it is that you are about to do," I sternly commanded, as I calmly and leisurely lowered myself onto a plush and cozy chair that was conveniently placed nearby.

I could sense Lyra's confusion and disbelief as she looked at me with a puzzled expression. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in my presence, and her lips parted slightly in astonishment.

Without hesitation, she spoke up with a hint of awe in her voice, "But your majesty, this room isn't suitable for someone as great as you," her words reverberating through the spacious chamber with her usual tone.

I looked her straight in the eye and spoke in a voice that exuded confidence and unwavering conviction. With a calm and measured tone, I uttered her name, "Lyra," and continued, "I want to make it clear that I do not require any grandeur or extravagance to feel great about myself."

As I spoke, Lyra maintained a dignified and composed demeanor, never breaking a sweat or losing her poise. She moved with the elegance of a swan, gracefully brewing me a cup of tea that smelled so divine, it was like a fragrance factory exploded in the room.

Her movements were like a well-choreographed dance, each step deliberate yet effortless, as she flawlessly poured the steaming hot tea into the cup. It was like watching a magic show, the way she expertly handled the teapot and cups, and created a beautiful pattern with the tea that was practically hypnotizing.

I was so captivated by the whole thing, I could have sworn I saw unicorns prancing around in the room. Okay, maybe not unicorns, but Lyra's tea-making skills were definitely magical enough to make me feel like I was in a fairytale.

"Your majesty, your boundless kindness continues to leave me in awe," she whispered, gliding gracefully towards me with a steaming cup of tea in hand. As she reminisced about the morning's events, she revealed, "I was about to go on a rampage and murder everyone in sight because I couldn't handle their incessant jabbering, but your serene composure kept me grounded."