Reina felt the sting of those words, a sharp pang in her chest. Lyra's defiance was a bitter pill to swallow, especially here, in the heart of enemy territory where unity was their only strength.
But it was Lyra's next words that truly shook her.
"It should be made known," Lyra continued, "this is the Scar Kingdom, not the Kingdom of Samai."
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Reina's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest
Lyra!" Reina called out, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and exasperation. She wanted to shake some sense into her to make her understand the gravity of their situation.
But Lyra's response was swift and sharp, like the crack of a whip.
"Lady Reina!" she barked back, her voice laced with irritation. The formal address stung more than any insult.
It was as if a wall had sprung up between them, cold and unyielding, dividing them in a way that had never happened before.
