“This is what you wanted,” Lyra slurred. She shifted her eyes from the ceiling to Zuri’s face. She scrutinized her, looking for the thing that she really needed right now. “Where is it?”

Zuri sat down next to her and pulled something from her pocket dress. Out there, the snow had melted and the weather was not really cold anymore.

“Show me the stamp first,” Zuri said. Khaos had told her how the stamp looked like, she only needed to confirm it.

Princess Lyra chuckled and then handed it to Zuri, the thing that she had been hugging. Her brown hair spread on the white tile, she looked beautiful. Fragile...