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Chapter Thirty-nine

Author: Valerie snow
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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

THINGS THEY CAN’T TOUCH

XENIA’S POV

The first open shift wasn’t dramatic.

No slammed doors. No heated words. Just a moment that passed so quietly, I almost missed it.

It happened during a minor dispute over grain distribution — something the council usually handled with signatures and shrugs.

This time, Elder Verin spoke up.

“We should send someone to speak with the south farmers directly,” he said. “They’ve requested mediation. I recommend the Luna.”

Silence.

Not because of the suggestion.

Because he still called me that.

Cerra didn’t correct him.

She just moved to the next item on the agenda.

But her jaw was tight.

And Verin didn’t look at me. Not then.

He didn’t need to.

RICO’S POV

I heard about it before she told me.

Word moved fast through the palace — faster than policy ever did.

By dinner, the guards in the southern corridor were already calling her “Luna” again. Not to her face. Just in conversation. Naturally. Like it had never stopped.

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