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The atmosphere in the castle was tense as the eclipse mission approached. There was a palpable sense of urgency as everyone prepared for the dangerous journey ahead. Lyra had spent the past few days trying her best to avoid Prince Kael. She remained professional and respectful, but she carefully sidestepped any moments of tenderness or concern he showed towards her.
Prince Kael sensed the change in Lyra’s demeanor. He noticed how she seemed distant, how her once warm smiles were now reserved and formal. It troubled him, but there was little time to dwell on it. The mission required their full attention.
The morning of their departure finally arrived. The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the castle courtyard. The air was cool and crisp, with a slight mist lingering from the night before. Horses were saddled, supplies packed, and weapons secured. The sound of hooves clattering against the cobblestones and the low murmur of voices filled the air.
Lyra stood by her horse, a sleek black mare, checking the straps on her saddlebags. She felt a mix of anxiety and determination. This mission was crucial, and she couldn’t afford any distractions. Her fingers trembled slightly as she tightened the last strap, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.
Prince Kael approached, his expression serious yet concerned. His dark eyes searched Lyra's face, noting the tension in her features.
“Lyra,” he began, his voice gentle. “Are you ready?”
Lyra nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Yes, Your Highness. I’m ready.”
Prince Kael hesitated for a moment, wanting to say more, but he knew now wasn’t the time. “Stay close to the group and be careful.”
Lyra simply nodded again, keeping her emotions in check. “I will.”
Nearby, Peony stood with her father, Master Cedric. Her usually cheerful face was marred by worry, and she clung to Lyra, her eyes brimming with tears. “I can’t believe I can’t go with you,” Peony said, her voice choking with emotion. “Father thinks it’s too dangerous.”
Master Cedric placed a reassuring hand on Peony’s shoulder, his expression stern yet caring. “It’s for your own safety, Peony. This mission is perilous, and I need you to stay here and assist with the preparations for our return.”
Peony hugged Lyra tightly, refusing to let go. Her small frame shook with the intensity of her emotions. “Promise me you’ll come back safely,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Lyra hugged her back, feeling a lump form in her throat. “I promise, Peony. I’ll come back, and we’ll have so many stories to share.”
Peony pulled back, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, trying to put on a brave face. Her eyes were red and puffy, but she forced a smile. “You better. And take care of yourself out there.”
Lyra smiled, giving her friend one last reassuring squeeze. “I will. You take care too, Peony.”
Master Cedric mounted his horse and addressed the group, his voice carrying the authority and wisdom of his years. “We have a long journey ahead of us. The Veilwood Grove is treacherous, especially during the eclipse. Stay alert and look out for each other.”
As the group prepared to leave, the guards checked their weapons and supplies one last time, their expressions a mix of determination and anxiety. The horses stamped their hooves, sensing the tension in the air.
Lyra glanced around the courtyard, taking in the scene one last time before they departed. The castle loomed behind them, a symbol of strength and history. The surrounding forest stretched out before them, dense and mysterious, waiting to be traversed.
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Crescent Vow
Fantasy"Why do you keep following me?" Kael's voice was low and strained. "You don't understand the danger." Lyra took a deep breath, summoning her courage. "I know about the curse." Kael's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly masked his surprise with a c...
