As Eira walked through the office, Lyrien looked up from his computer, catching her eye. He smiled, and Eira's heart skipped a beat. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sense of excitement that she couldn't quite explain.
"Good morning, Eira," Lyrien said, standing up from his desk. "You look lovely today."
Eira smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Lyrien. "Thank you, Lyrien. You're looking quite dashing yourself."
Lyrien chuckled, and Eira felt a sense of ease wash over her. She loved seeing him smile, loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.
As they worked together, Eira couldn't help but notice the way Lyrien's eyes seemed to light up when he talked about his projects. She saw the passion in his voice, the excitement in his gestures.
She felt a pang of longing, remembering the way they used to be. The way they used to laugh together, the way they used to love.
But Eira pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the present. She had to protect Lyrien, had to keep him safe from those who would misuse the Crown's power.
As the day went on, Eira found herself growing more and more distracted. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that someone was watching her.
She glanced around the office, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just Lyrien, working diligently at his desk, and the other employees going about their day.
But Eira knew better. She knew that there were forces at work, forces that threatened to destroy everything she had built.
And she knew that she had to be careful, had to protect herself and those she cared about.
As the sun began to set, Eira made her way back to her office. She sat down at her desk, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over her.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She had to focus, had to keep her wits about her.
As she sat there, Eira felt a strange sensation. It was as if she was being pulled back in time, back to a place she had been before.
She opened her eyes, and saw Lyrien standing in front of her. But it wasn't the Lyrien she knew, the Lyrien who didn't remember her.
This Lyrien was different, his eyes filled with a deep love and adoration. He reached out, taking her hand in his.
"Eira," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "My love, my heart."
Eira felt a surge of recognition, a sense of familiarity. She knew this Lyrien, knew the way he loved her.
But as quickly as it had begun, the vision ended. Eira was left sitting alone in her office, wondering if it had all been just a dream.
She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She had to focus, had to keep her priorities straight.
But as she looked up, Eira saw Lyrien standing in the doorway, a look of concern on his face.
"Eira, is everything okay?" he asked. "You look a bit... distant."
Eira smiled, trying to reassure him. "I'm fine, Lyrien. Just a bit... preoccupied."
Lyrien nodded, but Eira could see the concern in his eyes. She knew that she had to be careful, had to keep her secrets hidden.
For now, she would have to keep her feelings locked away, hidden behind a mask of professionalism.
But as she looked at Lyrien, Eira couldn't help but wonder... would he ever remember their past life together? Would he ever love her again?