Third Person pov :
Three days passed the Princess of the Silver Moon had not spoken a single word.
The vibrant, sassy, and fiercely independent nine-year-old girl had vanished, replaced by a ghost who haunted the silent corridors of the Estate. Lyra refused to go to the training rings. She refused to let the Squad follow her, gently but firmly telling Finn, Kael, and Hazel to go play elsewhere.
Instead, Lyra spent her hours sitting alone on the stone bench in the royal gardens. She would sit perfectly still, her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on her arms. She wasn't listening to the wind to map her surroundings anymore. She was just existing in the dark.
Aria stood in the doorway of the garden, holding Lyra’s discarded wooden sword in her hand. The Supreme Luna took
