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One hundred and twelve
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Lianna: The coolness of the balm seeped into my skin, dulling the persistent ache in my knee. Ingrid’s fingers worked in slow, circular motions, as she massaged. The minty scent of menthol filled the air, mixing with the faint fragrance of chamomile from the tea she had made earlier. It was almost comforting. “You know,” Ingrid muttered, her voice tight with irritation, “Edward has actually gone too far this time.” I let out a short, humorless laugh, tilting my head back against the cushioned chair. “Has he? Wow. What an astonishing revelation.” My tone dripped with mock surprise. “You mean imprisoning his own brother and letting his new pet, Freya, prance around like she owns the place wasn’t the epitome of rational leadership?” Ingrid huffed. “I mean it, Lianna. I’ve held my tongue, but now I’m angry.” “Good,” I murmured, shutting my eyes. “Hold onto that anger. Nurture it. Let it grow. Maybe then you’ll finally stop expecting anything remotely decent from hi
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Lianna: I woke up feeling… strange. The kind of strange that settled in my bones, wrapping around my chest. Lying there, staring at the golden drapes swaying slightly from the morning breeze, I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. There was nothing left to do. Freya had found a cure. Or rather, she had revealed it at the most opportune moment—right when Edward needed someone to swoop in and save the day. Right when the people were desperate for a hero. I didn’t doubt, not even for a second, that she had known it all along. She had played her hand perfectly, orchestrating every move like a master manipulator. First, Alistair had been murdered. Then Ethan had been framed. And now, as if to tie everything together with a pretty little bow, Freya had become the kingdom’s savior. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. It was a clever strategy. Effective. And now, with Ethan no longer useful to her ambitions, I knew exactly where she would set her s
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Lianna: The moment we stepped away from Freya, Edward turned to me, amusement crinkling his eyes. “Am I in trouble?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at him. Instead, I quickened my pace. Fucking hell, I eas so angry. So irritated at the fact that he thought this amusing enough. If I didn't have an ounce of respect for him, I would have hit him across the fuckin face. See maybe that would snap him out of whatever spell Freya put on him. By the time we reached my chambers, I pushed open the door and let it slam behind us. Edward barely had time to process before I whirled around, arms folding tightly across my chest. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” He exhaled, raking a hand through his hair, that lazy, infuriating expression still on his face. “I was just thanking Freya for her help. She found the cure, Lianna.” “And sitting by the fountain with her like you were having a romantic rendezvous was the right way to do that, yeah?” “Oh, c'mon Lianna
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Lianna: The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Edward hadn’t said a word since my outburst. He just stood there, his gaze locked onto me like he was trying to decipher some impossible puzzle. I scoffed, shaking my head as I turned away. “If you’re just going to stand there and say nothing, then I shouldn’t have said anything at all.” Before I could take another step, he was on me. A firm arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His warmth seeped into me, but I refused to relax. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply before pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. “That’s not true,” he murmured, his voice thick, almost hoarse. “I’m speechless, Lianna. Fucking speechless.” He tightened his grip, as though afraid I’d slip away. “I didn’t expect to hear those words from you. I fucking didn’t.” His confession made my stomach flip, but I refused to let him off the hook so easily. Fighting the shiver running down m
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Lianna: The sound of hooves crunching against the dirt path filled the silence between me and the two people ahead—Edward and Freya. They were trotting side by side, laughing about something I had no fucking clue about. Their hushed voices blended with the rustling leaves around us, and every now and then, Edward would throw his head back and chuckle at something she said. I watched them, my grip tightening around the reins of my horse. My fingers were stiff, nearly frozen from how hard I was holding on, but I didn’t care. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, a violent pulse of betrayal that I had swallowed over and over again until now. How fucking foolish was I? That was the only question in my mind. How foolish was I to be following behind them like some discarded pet, pretending there was nothing to worry about? Pretending like my fiancé hadn’t promised me—this morning—that he would steer clear of her? And yet, here we were. I let out a dry laugh, sh
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Lianna: I had spent the entire morning pacing my chambers, attempting to distract myself with work, with books, with literally anything that didn’t involve Edward and her. But no matter what I did, my thoughts kept circling back to them. The laughter they shared. The hushed conversations. The way he looked at her, not quite like a man in love, but not like someone who despised her, either. It made my skin crawl. What exactly could I do to snap Edward out of this daze he had been in since he let his anger dictate things for him? I was actually done feeling guilty, but the anger remained. It fucking remained. It was eating through me like fucking cancer. Reminding me that no matter what happened, Freya would always win. Just as she had won with Edward. I exhaled sharply, staring at the untouched breakfast tray on my table. Even the smell of freshly baked bread and rich honeyed tea—things I normally enjoyed—made my stomach churn. I hated feeling this way. Helple
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Edward: Lianna was driving me fucking crazy. And not that I was complaining, but things were starting to get really bad between us. One moment, we were fine—laughing, talking, sharing those rare, fleeting moments where it felt like nothing in the world could come between us. Then the next? She was storming off. And at the center of it all? Freya. Even when it didn’t seem like it, Lianna was right. Freya had done something to me. I just didn’t know what. Lianna had just dismounted her horse and stormed off—again—leaving me standing there like a fucking idiot. I didn’t even know what had set her off this time. It could’ve been anything. The way I spoke, the way I looked at her, or maybe just the fact that I was breathing in the same goddamn space as her. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply before moving to follow her. I barely made it five steps before slamming straight into Harvey. "Where the hell do you think you’re going?" His tone was flat, but there wa
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Lianna’s POV The wooden door shut behind me with a dull thud, and I exhaled sharply, shaking off the remnants of my irritation. Just as the man was about to step inside, I called out, my voice firm but polite. "Hey!" He stopped abruptly, his broad shoulders tensing before he turned, one brow arched in confusion. The fading light outlined his face—sharp jaw, sun-weathered skin, dark eyes that held an unreadable glint. I came to a halt before him, brushing loose strands of hair away from my face. "Sorry for stopping you like that," I said, offering a small smile. He studied me for a moment, then gave a slow nod. "Is there an issue?" I let out a short laugh, crossing my arms. "You seriously don’t know who I am?" He shrugged, casual as ever. "No clue." For a second, I thought he was joking. I blinked. "No clue?" He shook his head. Okay, either this guy lived under a rock or he was messing with me. "I’m the Luna," I said, watching his expression
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