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Dragon Born Luna TWENTY FIVE
Ryden The hinges screamed like a dying animal as I forced open Lady Dain's warped study door. The scent hit me in waves. First the coppery tang of fresh blood, so thick I could taste it on my tongue, then beneath it, the musty perfume of old paper and cracked leather bindings. Commander Jaret lifted a shattered oil lamp from the wreckage, his face grim in the flickering light. "No signs of struggle elsewhere in the house, Your Majesty. But this room..." His boot nudged an overturned inkpot, the viscous black stain spreading across the priceless Qalathi rug like a fresh bruise. I stepped deeper into the chaos, my fingers trailing along the splintered remains of what had been Dain's prized bookshelves. The female scholar had been our foremost expert on every obscure text from here to the southern isles. Her study was a temple to knowledge, floor-to-ceiling shelves carved from black walnut, each compartment precisely measured to house volumes of varying ages and sizes. Scroll cases
Dragon Born Luna TWENTY FOUR
Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone. I stood at the edge of the field, my boots sinking slightly into the mud. The cold was insistent, gnawing at my fingers, my cheeks, the back of my neck. It wasn’t the kind of chill that could be shaken off with movement; it clung, persistent, like a second skin. The manor behind us rose in elegant tiers of arched windows and delicate spires, its façade adorned with intricate carvings of vines and mythical beasts. The morning light caught on the gi
Dragon Born Luna TWENTY THREE
Ryden The grandfather clock in the west wing chimed three times as I slipped through the shadowed corridors. My boots made no sound against the marble floors,a skill honed from years of navigating palace politics in silence. The guards at my door didn’t even blink as I passed, merely stepping aside with practiced deference. They’d learned long ago not to question where the Alpha King went after dark. The brass knob turned easily in my hand. Unlocked. Of course it was. The woman survived poisoned tea and assassination attempts daily, yet still couldn’t be bothered with basic security. Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. Mira lay curled on her side, one bandaged hand tucked beneath her cheek, Julise nowhere in sight. The blanket had slipped to her waist, revealing the thin linen shift she slept in. In sleep, without her usual armor of sarcasm and steel, she looked younger. More vulnerable. The dark circles under her
Dragon Born Luna TWENTY TWO
Kiara The palace buzzed like a kicked hornet's nest the morning after the poisoning. I sat hunched over my writing desk, squinting at The Crowns of Narcolantia: A Visual Compendium, trying, and failing, to understand why anyone needed twelve names for essentially the same jeweled headpiece. The book's musty pages smelled like generations of disinterested noble girls had cried over them. Julise paced behind me, her boots wearing grooves into the plush rug. "They're saying it was Ruby," she announced, tossing a folded note onto the desk. I looked up from a particularly hideous coronet sketch. "What?" "Ruby Walren." Julise leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed. "The council's decided she poisoned Thessalia's tea." I unfolded the note, scanning the smudged ink. The handwriting was rushed, one of Julise's network of servants, no doubt. Ruby Walren detained. House arrest. North wing. Council vote unanimous. "This makes no sense," I said, pushing back from the desk
Dragon Born Luna CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Kiara The sky was still pitch black when I felt someone kick me off the bed hard enough to send me tumbling onto the floor of my new chambers. I sent a silent thanks to Ryden for the ridiculously large (and aggressively purple) but soft rug that broke my fall. I sat up groggily to find Julise humming a tune and looking like she'd just had a full night's rest and a double shot of something strong. “Wakey wakey, baby dragon,” she sang, dropping a bundle of dark fabric onto my head. “We’ve got exactly forty-three minutes before the kitchen staff starts their rounds, and I’d rather not explain why the Alpha’s favorite stray is sneaking around with me at this ungodly hour.” I peeled the silk from my face, blinking at her. The single candle she held threw sharp shadows across her annoyingly chipper expression. “Do you wake everyone by assaulting their furniture, or am I special?” “Special,” she confirmed, already strapping knives to her thighs with the casual efficiency of
Dragon Born Luna CHAPTER TWENTY
Kiara The dressing room reeked of roses, overpowering, cloying, like someone had drowned the air in perfume to mask the stench of desperation beneath it. Fourteen girls stood in clusters, their jewel-toned gowns shimmering under the flickering chandeliers. Some whispered behind feathered fans, their eyes darting toward me like knives looking for a back to sink into. Others didn’t bother hiding their disdain, their lips curling as they took in my presence. Some couldn't even be bothered to look at me. I was the last to arrive. The outsider. The scandal. The servant who’d somehow earned the Alpha’s attention. Julise played the role of my assigned attendant, her fingers deft as she adjusted the silver embroidery along my bodice. The midnight blue gown clung to my frame, the fabric heavy with beading that caught the light like scattered stars. "You look like nobility," she muttered under her breath as she secured a loose pin in my braid. "Now act like you belong here." I met m
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