Masuk"What...?" My voice came out barely above a whisper. The words didn't fully register at first. Not immediately."S-Sixth daughter...?" I parroted, my jaw dropping in disbelief. "...Sister...?" A cold shiver suddenly crawled down my spine. It wasn't the kind brought by fear. It was something else that I couldn't explain. My fingers instinctively tightened around Lucretius' hand as I stared at Luna Queen Rachelle, completely dumfounded. Because certainly, I had heard wrong. But the look on Her Majesty's face told me otherwise.She wasn't jesting. She wasn't mistaken. And that terrified me more."Elixane..." That name echoed through my mind again yet strangely intimate at the same time. My breath turned uneven because I knew that name. The realization hit me so suddenly that I almost took a step back. I had heard it before. It wasn't here. Not now. It was back then... in my previous life. Back when I was still Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart-Franciosa.My eyes widened slightly as the memo
The moment the royal palace came into view, my chest tightened. I knew I had been here countless times before, always for the banquets, but it did feel like this was my first time coming here. It felt like this was all new to me.Everything felt familiar, yet completely different now.The carriage slowed to a stop before the grand staircase, and for a brief second, I found myself staring at the palace doors longer than necessary. Because somehow, it felt like once I stepped inside, there would be no turning back anymore."Wifey."I blinked softly before turning toward Lucretius.His gaze lingered on me, looking calm as always, but I could feel it through the bond his quiet concern beneath it. "You're overthinking again," he murmured. I huffed softly under my breath. "Can you blame me?""No." A faint smile tugged at his lips. "But I'm still going to tell you to breathe."That earned a quiet laugh from me. It was just enough to loosen the tighteness in my chest. Beside us, Enoch look
The carriage moved steadily along the stone, the faint sound of wheels grinding against gravel filling the silence that lingered inside. It was still early, and the skies remained painted in soft shades of gray and gold while the cold morning air slipped through the small gap near the carriage window.Yet despite the peaceful scenery outside, the atmosphere inside was anything but peaceful. I shifted slightly against Lucretius, trying not to smile too obviously as I felt Enoch's gaze burning straight through us from the opposite seat.My older brother looked one inconvenience away from throwing Lucretius out of the moving carriage himself.Unfortunately for him—he couldn't do much anymore.Not after yesterday.Not after the truth.Not after realizing that separating our chambers apparently wasn't enough to stop Lucretius from climbing through balconies in the middle of the night.A faint smile threatened to tug at my lips at the memory.Beside me, Lucretius looked entirely unbothere
I sank deeper into the lukewarm water, letting it cover my shoulders as I leaned back against the edge of the tub, my eyes falling shut for a brief moment. Finally... No shouting. No tension. No questions I couldn't answer. But even then, my mind didn't stop wandering right back at her."Luna Queen Rachelle..." I murmured.It was as if saying it too loudly would somehow make everything more real than it already was. My fingers moved slowly beneath the water, tracing idle patterns I didn't even register. She had always been someone I looked up to, even before all of this. She was my inspiration back when I was still Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart. My idol was the first female soldier to join the royal military, rising through the ranks before becoming our Luna Queen.I remembered interacting with her and thanking her for existing. That if she didn't, I wouldn't be in a tactical keeper position.A faint breath escaped me. "Why you, Your Majesty...?" I muttered, my brows drawing together sli
"So what happens if she dies again?" Enoch leaned back, staring at him now with a different kind of intensity. It wasn't just anger or disbelief, but it was something more dangerous.He didn't look at me, and he was carefully watching Lucretius. "Do you follow her?" he continued. "Do you end your life too... just to find her again?"I turned my head toward Lucretius because I needed to hear it from him. "Yes," Lucretius replied, without hesitation. I couldn't even see the doubt lingering in his freckled hazel eyes."I see..." But Enoch didn't stop there. "Then explain this," he added, leaning forward, his eyes sharpening. "When she died three years ago... I remember the rumors. You almost left the royal military. You disappeared for days. And I heard you almost ended your life."I turned to Lucretius fully now because I had been confirmed to him that they happened after my death. "How did it not end you?" Enoch asked quietly. "If you were so desperate to follow her... why didn't yo
We told Enoch not everything in detail. Not every life, not every death, not every memory that still lingered like scars we couldn't erase, but enough for him to understand the shape of it.Or at least... we tried. Lucretius was still sitting beside me, his presence steady, his voice occasionally filling in the parts I couldn't bring myself to say. We spoke as we had practised it. Like... we had done this before. Perhaps we had. In another life. In another attempt. And that alone made everything feel more surreal.Enoch didn't interrupt us at first. He just listened, his brows gradually furrowing as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest. His gaze shifted between the two of us, as if searching for the slightest inconsistency in our words and deciding whether we had completely lost our minds.Or if we were trying to make him lose his. When we finished, we were enveloped with heavy and long silence. Lucretius and I were anxious, waiting for Enoch to say something."You expect
"Lady Euphyllia, you haven't eaten yet."His voice came from the doorway, as though afraid that even sound might bruise me.I didn't turn.The wind outside my balcony was louder than I remembered, clawing at the stone railings, tugging at the curtains like restless fingers. Below, the cliffs stretc
I was limping when we had lunch with everyone the next day, and Lucretius even carried me in his arms because I insisted we join the group.He was insatiable last night. As always. That he didn't stop fucking me until I was satisfied. No. Scratch that.Even if I was satisfied, I would wake up afte
"Come and sit on my face, wifey. Suffocate me with your thighs," Lucretius said, as he lay on the daybed while I was straddling him with my back turned toward him.A gasp escaped from my lips when his hands on my waist dragged my hips to have it rested on his face. My body instantly shivered in del
His answer almost made me throw a fit and punch him. My breath caught. "That's not what I—""I know," he interrupted gently. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him, the steady certainty in his presence. His fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "But it i







