Bright specks of light rapidly dissolved as magic waned, leaving only a dome-shaped lamp powered by a light crystal still emitting a steady glow within the training room.
Leaning sideways at her desk, Lyra propped her cheek on one hand, her smooth pink hair cascading down to cover her ears and wrists. Her clear blue eyes reflected Astrid's slightly pursed lips.
Her heartbeat had unknowingly climbed to its peak; warm crept across her cheeks and the nape of her neck. Fixated on those tender rose-colored lips, Lyra's thoughts seemed to pause momentarily. The soft light pouring down from above blurred reality, creating a hazy sensation that made her wonder whether she was still awake or already dreaming.
'Just kiss her… You've always wanted to…'
'What would Princess Astrid's lips taste like? Would they be as soft and sweet as cotton candy, just like in her dreams?'
'Didn't you always want to do this?'
