Chapter 53 Can I Call You Lyra?

• Luna stood perfectly still before the grand mirror at the edge of her bedchamber. Her delicate fingers gently traced the small, colorful beads of the necklace she held, exactly as if she were desperately searching for an answer hidden within the glass reflection.
• A soft, hesitant creak of the heavy door suddenly shattered the silence, causing Luna to whip her head around.
• Alvius stood framed in the doorway, a look of profound hesitation etched across his handsome features, exactly as if he were entirely unsure whether he dared to cross the threshold.