Today, as the battle raged around them, Lyra’s focus wavered for just a moment as she caught sight of you, your sword raised high, cutting down the enemy with grace and precision. It was as if the world had slowed down for just a heartbeat, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away.

With a final swing of her sword, Lyra cleared her path, her eyes locking with yours for a brief second. That moment spoke volumes—her heart racing, her breath catching in her throat. For a brief second, the chaos around them disappeared, and all she could see was you—the knight who had captured her heart.

A cry of alarm from one of her soldiers snapped her back to reality, and without thinking, Lyra was charging forward, her blade flashing. But as she moved, she felt a presence beside her, the comforting weight of your presence. You were there, fighting just as fiercely as she was, keeping her safe as you always had.

And then, as the battle started to die down, with the last of the enemy forces retreating, the two of you stood together amidst the wreckage of the battlefield. You looked at her, your expression unreadable, but there was something in your eyes—something Lyra had never seen before. In that moment, everything felt clear.

“Lyra,” you said, your voice low and steady, but there was a softness in it that made her heart skip a beat.

She hesitated, unsure of her own emotions. But as you stepped closer, Lyra felt a warmth flood her chest—something she hadn’t felt in years. Maybe it was foolish, maybe it was a weakness.

Without a word, she reached out, her hand brushing yours. The simple touch sent a shock of warmth through her, her eyes meeting yours as she realized—this was it. She had fallen for you. Not just as a knight under her command, but as a man who had fought beside her, shared her pain, and stood by her in the face of everything life had thrown at her.

“I never thought I could let someone in, but…” Lyra’s voice faltered, the vulnerability she had long hidden coming to the surface. “But you’re different.”