Eldrin strolled through the vibrant streets, his eyes scanning the magical world around him. The air was thick with enchantment, the distant hum of spells being cast echoing through the alleyways. As he walked, he couldn't help but think of Lyra, the woman who had once been the love of his life.
Eldrin slammed his fist onto the wooden table, his frustration bubbling over. "How could she choose him over me? Over us?" he demanded, his voice a mixture of anger and disbelief.
Ronan, his loyal friend, sat across from him with a sympathetic look. "It's not just about love, Eldrin. It's about power and property. Lord Thorne can give her everything," he replied, trying to reason with him.
Eldrin watched from the shadows as Lyra danced with Lord Thorne, her face radiant with a joy that cut through his heart. Her angelic face masked the betrayal beneath, a fiendish heart driven by ambition and greed.
"She was supposed to be mine," he whispered to himself, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Eldrin paced the garden paths, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. "I cannot let them get away with this," he resolved, determination hardening his features.
Ronan, following at a distance, called out to him softly. "Think carefully, Eldrin. Revenge might cost you more than you can afford," he cautioned.
Eldrin leaned over the table, examining the plans he had drawn up. "I'll make sure they regret this union," he muttered, his voice filled with venom.
Ronan stood beside him, conflicted but loyal. "Just be sure this is truly what you want," he said, worry etched on his face.
Eldrin entered the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached Lyra and Lord Thorne, his resolve wavered, but the pain of betrayal urged him forward.
"Eldrin, what are you doing here?" Lord Thorne sneered, his arm possessively around Lyra.
Eldrin met Lyra's gaze, searching for any sign of remorse. "I came to see the truth for myself," he replied, his voice heavy with sorrow.
Lyra, her expression unreadable, offered no words of comfort. "This is the way it must be," she said softly, sealing his fate with her indifference.
And as the celebration continued around them, Eldrin realized that some battles were lost not with a clash of swords, but with the quiet resignation of a broken heart.
