Moonspear three-headed menace

Hydra had led them away from the scene, but only moments after did Lyra veer off on her own; they all had to take some time to process things, shake off some of their fury. Hot, angry tears welled in her eyes as she stormed off through the forest, only coming to a stop when she was far enough away from the cause of her distress. Their distress.

That she was being selfish and entitled did not occur to her. As sweet as she could be, this was an unfortunate side effect to being raised a princess of Moonspear. All three sisters shared the sense of entitlement. Though Lyra in particular felt borderline possessive of the man she had tended to and this newcomer had just gone and ruined a beautiful relationship that was beginning to blossom. She felt her lip tremble again and sucked in a breath, whipping her head up at the sound of nearby footfalls.

The glint of anger in her eyes disappeared as she noticed it was her fellow triplets, and she accepted Hydra's nuzzle with a soft, affectionate growl. The leader of the trio was right. She was always right. Lyra nodded as Alya added onto her words. He was family, as much as it pained her to remember this right now. "I hate her," she hissed quietly through gritted teeth, glaring down at the ground.