The Princess's Resolve
The sword hovered, Lucian's rage suspended in time. Suddenly, a soft voice cut through the tension.
"Lucian, don't."
He turned to see Princess Lyra, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. "He's not well. Spare him."
Lucian's gaze narrowed, his grip on the sword tightening. "He killed my family. He deserves death."
Lyra stepped forward, her voice steady. "Vengeance won't bring them back. Show mercy, and maybe... maybe you'll find peace."
The words struck a chord. Lucian's eyes flashed with turmoil as he lowered his sword. "Spare him... for now."
As guards took King Arin away, Lyra's eyes met Lucian's, a spark of curiosity in hers. "Why did you spare him?"
Lucian's expression darkened. "I want answers. And I want Azura."
Lyra's jaw set. "You'll never have it. We'll fight."
A flicker of... intrigue? interest? crossed Lucian's face. "I'm counting on it, Princess."