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CHAPTER 56

Penulis: Wummie
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-02 01:54:33

DARIAN

At this point, even I can admit I'm fast becoming a recluse.

Lucian knows how I feel about Amaya. He's too smart to still be oblivious. That's one of the reasons why he won't shut up about it.

If he weren't my brother, maybe I would have had him sent to the countryside. At least he wouldn't be able to taunt me from there. I know he derives enjoyment from what he's doing to me, just like he derives enjoyment from always hanging around, Amaya.

And the annoying thing is that there's nothing I can do about it.

I drop into the chair and stare at the reports on my desk until the letters blur. Theron is wrong about many things, but he knows how to apply pressure.

There's no doubt about the fact that he will push again tomorrow, he will gather allies, feed rumors, and position his cruelty as a necessity. The elders will weigh fear against conscience and, as usual, try to pick both.

It was the same old trick he had been using for as long as I'd known him.

If I falter, he will use it.

I
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  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 72

    LUCIANThe sound reaches me first. It was a muffled cry, sharp and unexpected, breaking the quiet of the evening corridors. I stop mid-step, every instinct sharpening. Then I hear it again, softer this time, followed by the unmistakable scrape of something, or someone, hitting stone.My chest tightens.I follow the sound, my stride quickening until I turn the corner and see her.Amaya's on the floor near the stairwell, her tray overturned, cups rolling across the stone. One hand clutches the edge of the stairs, the other pressed against her ankle. Her breath comes quick and shallow, strands of hair falling loose around her face.“Of course,” I mutter, moving toward her. “Leave it to you to nearly throw yourself down a flight of stairs.”Her head jerks up, eyes narrowing when she sees me. “I don’t need the snarky commentary from you, Lucian. You can move along, I’m fine.”I kneel beside her before she can push me away. “Fine?” My gaze drops to her ankle, already beginning to swell. “Yo

  • The Slave Who Owned The Moon   CHAPTER 71

    DARIANThe council chamber feels suffocating tonight.Elders drone on about trade routes and border patrols, their words a dull hum that should command my full attention. But I can’t focus. My eyes betray me, sliding again and again to the edge of the room.Amaya.She moves silently, almost ghostlike, carrying a tray from one elder to the next. Her head is lowered, her face carefully neutral, but I see the small things, the tightness in her shoulders, the way her burned hand flexes when she thinks no one is looking.She doesn’t look at me. Not once.That should make it easier. Instead, it makes something inside me twist until it’s unbearable.And then I see him.Lucian.Reclined in his chair, as if this meeting were a game, like nothing mattered. His arms folded lazily, his expression relaxed. But his eyes… his eyes are locked on her. Following her every movement. Drinking her in as if he owns the right.A muscle in my jaw ticks. Rage crawls beneath my skin, hot and poisonous.He does

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    AMAYAI keep my distance. From Darian. From Lucian. From everything that feels like danger disguised as longing.It’s easier this way, I tell myself as I move quickly through the corridors with a tray balanced in my hands. Easier to focus on tasks, to let my body move on instinct while my mind tries to bury the memories. Memories of lips pressed against mine in the kitchen, of a touch that should never have happened. Of eyes that hold me too closely in ways I don’t understand.I can’t afford this. Not now. Not when every step I take is already lined with risk.So I avoid them both.If I sense Darian’s presence down a hall, I turn another way. If Lucian’s shadow stretches across the courtyard, I pretend I have an errand in the opposite direction. It makes me look skittish, I'm sure, but it's better than letting myself unravel. Because what I feel when either of them looks at me is a battlefield I cannot win.The servants whisper. They always do. I hear the fragments when I pass by, r

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    AMAYAThe night pressed close around me like a living thing.The forest was silent, except for the rustle of leaves overhead and the quick, uneven beat of my own heart. I stood in a small clearing not far from the pack’s grounds, the moonlight spilling like liquid silver across the ground. My palms tingled, the faint burn of magic simmering under my skin, and I clenched my fists, trying to call it forth.Nothing happened.I hissed in frustration, shutting my eyes. I could feel it, the strange, restless energy moving inside me since the night of the burn. It shifted under my skin like wildfire, alive and urgent, but every time I reached for it, it slipped through my grasp like water.“Focus,” I whispered to myself, spreading my hands. “Just focus. You can do this.”The air stirred. For a breath, sparks fluttered across my fingertips like fireflies. My pulse jumped, heat rushing through me. But then the energy surged too fast, too hard. Pain seared my palm. I yanked my hand back with a

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