In the solitude of her chamber, Alana lay on her bed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. Her dreams of becoming Leori's Luna had shattered, replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair. She seethed with resentment towards Erica, blaming her for stealing the affections that Alana had once craved.
But just as despair threatened to consume her, a glimmer of realization flickered within Alana's consciousness. She recalled the events at the chief priest's shrine, the warning she had so carelessly dismissed. The consequences of her actions had come full circle, leaving her grasping at the remnants of a shattered dream.
Alana's frustration transformed into determination. If she could not be the one to claim Leori's heart, then she would ensure that Erica never had it either. She plotted in silence, weaving a web of deception and manipulation, determined to sow discord between the newfound lovers.
Days turned into weeks, and Alana's schemes took root within the kingdom. She whispered ha
