Lyanna's POV
The clock on my bedside table glowed three twenty as I tossed and turned, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions.
Sleep eluded me, chased away by the haunting images of the night's events.
I stared at the canopy above my bed, tracing the intricate patterns of the fabric with my eyes, desperately seeking distraction.
But my thoughts inevitably circled back to Mattheo.
Was he ok? The question nagged at me, accompanied by a twinge of guilt.
Why should I care about his wellbeing when he had a plan to kill Dumbledore?
The revelation had shaken me to my core.
I had always seen Mattheo as a victim of his father, not someone actively following in those dark footsteps.
But then again, who was I to judge? My own past wasn't exactly spotless.
The hypocrisy of my moral outrage left a bitter taste in my mouth.
A soft knock at the door startled me from my ruminations.
My heart leapt into my throat, adrenaline surging through my veins.
Who could be calling at this hour? Suspicion and fear warred within me as I slid out of bed, my bare feet silent on the floor.
I grabbed my wand from the nightstand, grateful for the defensive spells I had now mastered.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I cracked open the door, wand hidden behind it.
The sight that greeted me made my breath catch in my throat.
Mattheo stood in the dark corridor, his usual confident demeanour stripped away.
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His face was a mask of sorrow, eyes red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears.
The flickering torchlight cast deep shadows across his features, emphasising the hollows beneath his cheekbones.
"I didn't mean to wake you."
He spoke, his voice a whisper, rough with emotion.
My grip on my wand loosened, the urge to defend myself replaced by a surge of empathy.
My heart ached at the sight of his obvious distress.
"It's ok...I couldn't sleep anyway." I offered, searching his eyes for some clue to his state of mind.
Mattheo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"I know you're probably pissed at me, and you've every right to be." He leaned in closer, almost unconsciously. "But I...I needed to see you."
The raw honesty in his admission made my pulse quicken.
I noticed a tear threatening to spill from the corner of his eye, and my resolve began to crumble.
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The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers
FantasyWe were now mere inches apart. I leaned down, my face level with hers, my eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "You don't want to make an enemy of me, Hawke." I growled. Lyanna swallowed hard, but her gaze remained defiant. "I'm not afraid of y...
