In the shadows of valtor's night market, Prince Kian stumbled upon a wildflower vendor-Lyra. Silver moonlight danced on her messy curls as she bargained fiercely over a bundle of shadowblooms *magical flowers *.
"Kian, you think I'd sell these for pennies " she teased squinting at the Prince.Kian's guards teased "watch it ",whispered one but kian leaned in intrigue " how much, lyra".
Lyra raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading " a hundred gold coins for the lot".
Kian chuckled low, intrigued by her fire, " fifty and I get a lock of your hair", guards gasped.Lyra laughed,snipping a curl " deal, Prince ".
As Kian tucked the shadowblooms into his coat, their fingers brushed. A spark-like shadow shifting caught his gut " meet me here tomorrow night " he said low. Lyra nodded watching him vanish into darkness.
Kian returned to the palace, shadowblooms tucked away. His advisor lord vexx awaited by the grand staircase " my Prince, Lord Arin requests an audience ". Kian frowned " tell him I'll meet him at the council, I need to review the shadow log. Lord vexx nodded, retreating. Kian entered his chambers, locking the door.
He unwrapped the shadowblooms, their dark petals swirling like smoke." These holds something " he whispered as Lyra's face flickered in his mind. "Ahhh",he let a sharp cry as his mind flashes back to his parents death, shadows sickness warning prickly his mind.
Lyra's pov
Lyra tossed in her small loft, Kian's " tomorrow night " lingering. Why did he want her?