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2025-06-27 20:14:15Seraphina’s POV
Returning to Loisage felt like stepping onto a stage after the curtains had already risen.
Word of the engagement had clearly traveled faster than any letter I might’ve sent. Within hours of my arrival, students were whispering. Some smiled. Some stared. Others offered tight-lipped congratulations as if expecting me to either explode with pride or immediately deny everything.
I did neither.
Because I didn’t need to.
The ring on my finger—thin, simple, etched with runes only a werewolf could read—spoke loudly enough. So did the way my name now passed between mouths not with mockery, but with caution.
Not admiration.
Not yet.
But something adjacent.
It was strange, how quickly people changed their tones. Even girls who’d ignored me entirely the year before now found opportunities to brush past me in the corridor, all wide-eyed smiles and “Oh, Lady Moonbane, I just love your coat.”
I didn’t answer the
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