Lyra sat on her bed, her long black hair spilled over the pillow as she reclined, a wicked smile curling up her lips. Tonight, she had achieved her first goal, she had successfully torn the relationship between Lysander and his beloved Mia apart.
Lyra's smiled widened into a grin as she replayed how Mia pleaded and begged with Lysander. Begging him to listen to her with a tear streaked face. It was so satisfying to watch the chaos unfold, knowing she was the mastermind behind it all.
Lyra envisioned a world where she rules with ion fist. A world where all her dreams and goals had been accomplished. A world without Lysander.
"Hey honey," A voice pulled her out of thoughts. She pulled her arm up, raising her elbow on the bed and pulling her head in her palm.
"Second phase is ready, very soon we're going to enjoy a good show," she watched Dorian walk to her with a bright smile.
"Good."
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