Lyra Duskthorn opened her eyes and stretched like a cat, the silken sheets slipping from her body as she rose. She crossed the room with effortless grace, drawing open the velvet drapes. With a soft click, she unlatched the glass door and stepped onto the balcony, a haven blooming with vibrant flowers and lush greenery.
She leaned lightly on the ornate railing, letting the scent of morning blossoms mix with the salty sea breeze. Below, waves crashed against jagged rocks in a steady rhythm, and the cold air kissed her flawless skin. Golden sunlight fell across her face as the sun began to rise from the ocean's edge.
Lyra narrowed her eyes slightly at the horizon, a faint smile curling on her lips. A memory surfaced— a boy with dark hair, violet eyes.
With a smile on her face, she turned and walked back into her room.
