Scene: Lyria's chamber, filled with the soft glow of candlelight. She tosses and turns in her bed, her dreams haunted by Eryndor's piercing gaze.

*The castle gardens, where Lyria meets Isolde. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers.

In her dream, she stands in a dark forest, surrounded by whispering shadows. Eryndor appears before her, his eyes burning with an intense hunger.

Eryndor: (in the dream) "You can't deny this connection, Lyria. It's fate."

Lyria feels her resolve weakening as Eryndor steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek.

Lyria: (whispering) "Why me?"

Eryndor: (smiling) "Because you are the light to my darkness. Together, we can conquer anything. Surrender to me, Lyria."

Lyria wakes with a start, her heart pounding. She touches her cheek where Eryndor's hand had been, feeling the lingering warmth.

Lyria paces nervously, her thoughts consumed by Eryndor's words and the unsettling dreams.

Isolde: (gently) "Lyria, what's troubling you?"

Lyria: (sighing) "It's Eryndor. He's... different. There's something dark about him, but I can't help feeling drawn to him."

Isolde: (concerned) "You must be careful, Lyria. His darkness could consume you."

Lyria: (whispering) "I know. But I can't shake this feeling. It's like he's a part of me, and I'm a part of him."

Isolde: (concerned) "You must be careful, Lyria. His darkness could consume you."

Lyria: (whispering) "I know. But I can't shake this feeling. It's like he's a part of me, and I'm a part of him."

Isolde takes Lyria's hand, her eyes filled with worry.

Isolde: "Promise me you'll stay away from him. For your own safety."

Lyria nods, but in her heart, she knows it's a promise she might not be able to keep.