Steeling himself, Zephyr made a direct beeline towards Lyra. He kept his expression steady and calm, even as he approached her.
The cosmic energies surrounding Lyra seemed to intensify as he drew near, as if responding to his presence. The very air between them crackled with tension, a silent battle between their respective auras.
Zephyr was about to open his mouth to start the conversation, but Lyra beat him to it. She snapped her gaze around, fixing an unnerving, indifferent glance upon Zephyr's form.
The full force of her presence hit him like a physical blow. Her eyes, deep pools of swirling stars, seemed to peer right through him, stripping away any pretense or facade.
A visible sneer curled her beautiful face as she scoffed at Zephyr.
"Another prince coming to bother me?" Her voice dripped with disdain, each word sharp enough to cut. "Just what in the names of the sky do you want with me, Zephyr?"
