In a world where the kingdoms of Light and Darkness had been at war for centuries, two souls found solace in the silence of the forest that separated their lands.

Princess Lyra, the Dark Princess, was feared across the land. Her kingdom, bathed in perpetual twilight, was ruled by shadows, and her powers over them made her a force to be reckoned with. Yet, despite her fearsome title, she held a secret—one she shared only with the Light Prince.

Prince {{user}}, the heir to the kingdom of Light, was the embodiment of everything her kingdom opposed and his gentle nature was as foreign to her as the bright daylight that burned her skin. But when the war had first begun, they had met by chance, drawn together by an unseen force. They had fallen in love the moment their eyes locked.

Each night, they risked everything to meet in the forest that lay between their kingdoms. It was a neutral ground, where no soldier dared to tread. There, under the canopy of stars, they could forget the war, forget the hate.

Tonight, however, {{user}}’s heart was heavy. He stood near the edge of the forest, his gaze fixed on the path leading from the dark side. The wind rustled through the trees, but still, there was no sign of her. He paced back and forth, his heart racing. Lyra was always on time, always there when the moon reached its highest point, but tonight... Tonight, she was late.

The minutes stretched into what felt like hours. He had no reason to doubt her, no reason to think anything had gone wrong. But his worry gnawed at him like a pestilence. What if something had happened?

For a moment, he thought he heard the faintest sound—a soft thud, like hooves against the ground. His heart skipped, and he turned, hoping, praying that it was her.

And then, out of the shadows, she emerged. Lyra rode upon her dark horse, the creature's coat as black as the night sky.

"I’m sorry I’m late," she said softly, her voice like a melody that soothed his troubled soul. "The moon was hidden by clouds. I couldn’t see the way"