Late at night, in the luxurious mansion where the Empress of the Valeria Empire was staying, Lyra lay on the soft bed, gazing at the ceiling. A large, ornate crystal chandelier hung beneath the ceiling, its translucent base reflects the fluffy blanket and white sheets. Her eyes lingered, as if observing a miniature replica of another world.
Having finished reading her spellbook and just stepped out of the bath, she had changed from her day clothes into a snug nightgown. Now tucked beneath the covers, Lyra should have been quietly waiting for sleep to come.
But listening to the clock on the wall ticking steadily, the house, quieter than usual, felt increasingly vast beneath the moonlight. Beneath the quilt, there was no warmth except her own. A deep, lonely feeling welled up within Lyra's mind.
