Chapter 48 Heartbreak And Reunion

• Meanwhile, far on the other side of the estate, standing patiently beneath the sprawling branches of a large tree at the edge of a golden wheat field, a young man waited.
• His nervous fingers constantly fidgeted with a small velvet pouch. Inside rested a painfully simple necklace he had meticulously strung together himself by candlelight all through the night, its glass beads forming a vibrant, fragile rainbow of colors.
• Alvius let out a long, shaky sigh, his hopeful eyes constantly darting down the dirt path leading toward Lyra’s grand home. His heart was hammering a wild rhythm against his ribs—not out of fear or nervousness, but overwhelmed by the blazing, undeniable hope filling his entire being. Today, he was finally going to be honest. He was going to pour out every single unspoken feeling he held for Lyra.