HQP-19 [3]
Kyle watched Lyra and Cassian from the corner of his eye, and a small, knowing smile formed across his lips as he saw Lyra's blush darken when Cassian leaned in to whisper something.
He remembered their story from the novel he'd read.
They were childhood friends, with Cassian always protecting Lyra whenever she faced discrimination for being a half-elf.
Noble elves didn't readily accept mixed bloodlines, afraid their ancient lineage would be sullied. Though not all elves were like that, the old traditionalists still held power.
A bittersweet pang hit him when he recalled how their story ended, how both of them died in each other's arms on a battlefield, bloodied and broken. They never even got the chance to express their feelings about each other.
He sincerely hoped their outcome would be different this time.
'But who am I to give romance advice?' he thought. 'I don't know the first thing about it.'
