Lyra stood in the dimly lit room, her eyes fixed on the two spies who lay writhing on the ground in front of her. Both of them had several grave wounds on their bodies, but it was rather gruesome to see how Lyra treated them.
They had tried to harm Velian, her beloved brother and lover, and she was not going to let them get away with it.
Besides, a side of her she didn't know started coming out as soon as she these pathetic spies lying beneath her asking for forgiveness for what they tried to do to his beloved.
One of the spies groaned in pain as Lyra calmly applied pressure to his wounds.
"Ahhhhh! Please, have mercy!" he begged, but Lyra showed no sign of relenting.
"Mercy?" she scoffed.
"You should have thought of that before you tried to hurt the ones I love and do you know why both do you're special than others?"
They shake their heads showing, they didn't know causing Lyra to apply more pressure to their wounds.
