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Chapter sixty-one

Author: Valerie snow
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-30 00:12:29

A CRACK APPEARS

XENIA’S POV

There are moments in life when silence speaks louder than a scream—when stillness is more dangerous than a drawn sword.

This morning, I felt that stillness before the storm.

I was on my way to the west courtyard when I heard raised voices echoing from the stone corridor near the northern tower. At first, I didn’t think it was about me. Not directly.

Until I heard my name.

REYNA’S POV

I was already near the courtyard when I saw the commotion. A line of guards stood stiffly along the wall, their uniforms pressed, their expressions unreadable. But at the center of it, Cerra stood face-to-face with Captain Elric.

She looked furious. He looked… calm. Too calm.

“You were given a direct order,” Cerra snapped, her voice cutting the air. “The Luna’s staff is not to be protected during shifts assigned by the council.”

Elric didn’t blink. “And I followed the law. The Luna is not a prisoner. Her people are not criminals.”

XENIA’S POV

I stepped into view, and all eyes s
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