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CHAPTER 115: THE MAN WHO LOVED ME TOO LATE

Author: Hannie
last update publish date: 2026-10-12 20:52:04

​AMARA’S POV

​I knew something was inherently different about Adrian the moment he stopped teasing me.

​It happened shortly after dinner, when I found him waiting outside the tall arched doors of the palace library, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his dark trousers.

​Usually, the instant our eyes met, he would greet me with some absurd court observation or a dry remark calculated to break through my defenses and force a laugh out of me.

​Tonight, he simply looked at me—his dark ey
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  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 115: THE MAN WHO LOVED ME TOO LATE

    ​AMARA’S POV​I knew something was inherently different about Adrian the moment he stopped teasing me.​It happened shortly after dinner, when I found him waiting outside the tall arched doors of the palace library, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his dark trousers.​Usually, the instant our eyes met, he would greet me with some absurd court observation or a dry remark calculated to break through my defenses and force a laugh out of me.​Tonight, he simply looked at me—his dark eyes steady, clear, and uncomfortably intense.​“Would you walk with me, Amara?” he asked softly.​I paused on the flagstones, studying the quiet line of his jaw. “Where?”​“The lower gardens.”​“That is suspiciously vague.”​A faint shadow of his usual smirk touched his lips. “I could tell you that I intend to kidnap you, but I suspect your guards would raise a severe objection.”​“They would do far more than object.”​“Then I shall simply have to settle for a stroll.”​I offered a small smile, b

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 114: THE INVITATION THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

    ​AMARA’S POV​The invitation arrived three days later.​It was delivered during breakfast in the private dining parlor, brought by a young palace attendant in formal royal livery who bowed to my mother before presenting me with a heavy cream-colored envelope sealed with deep blue wax.​“Lady Amara Everhart,” he announced formally. “An invitation from the Royal Council of the Moon Kingdom.”​My silver spoon stopped halfway to my mouth.​Across the table, Lucian lowered the newspaper he was reading. "Should I be deeply worried?"​"You should be far more worried about your bad habit of reading other people's mail," Mother replied smoothly over her toast.​"I wasn't reading it," Lucian defended himself smoothly. "I was merely admiring the exquisite quality of the envelope."​"You were holding the newspaper completely upside down, Lucian."​Lucian glanced down at the paper in his hands, unbothered. "Ah. That explains the extreme difficulty I was having with the foreign trade columns."​A l

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 113: THE THINGS KINDNESS COULD HIDE

    ​AMARA’S POV​I had learned to be careful with people who smiled at me.​Not because every smile was a lie, but because some of the cruelest things ever said to me in Blackridge had come wrapped in one.​Seraphina Laurent smiled often.​She smiled at the children who ran toward her whenever we visited the northern relief camp. She smiled at the elderly woman who insisted on giving her a basket of apples despite having lost half her orchard in the storm. She even smiled at the stubborn royal clerk who had spent twenty minutes explaining why the emergency supply records were incomplete.​And somehow, she made every single one of them feel as though they were the most important person in the room.​I watched her kneel in the dirt beside a little girl whose coat was missing two buttons.​“Where did the other ones go, sweetheart?”​The child sniffled, rubbing her nose with a dusty sleeve. “I lost them.”​“Then we shall have to find you some prettier ones, won't we?”​Seraphina opened the s

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 112: THE PLACE SHE ALREADY HAD

    ​AMARA'S POV​I woke to the light, metallic chime of bells.​They weren't the heavy, resonant brass bells of the grand central cathedral that announced royal decree or hour marks. These were smaller, lighter chimes—a rhythmic ringing echoing up from somewhere near the lower eastern wing.​Curiosity pulling me from sleep, I pushed open the heavy velvet curtains and looked down at the courtyard below.​The sun had barely cleared the mountain peaks, yet the flagstones were already bustling with frantic activity. Servants hauled heavy woven hampers, guards moved in organized rows through the iron gates, and village children darted between workers, carrying light bundles.​Something major had happened.​I dressed quickly in a practical cream day dress and hurried down the winding stone staircase.​The second I stepped into the morning air of the courtyard, I spotted Seraphina right at the heart of the operation.​She wasn't dressed in the immaculate, expensive silk gowns I had grown accust

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 111: THE FRIEND I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED

    ​AMARA'S POV​I didn't expect Seraphina to knock on my door the next morning.​I was sitting in the high carved chair near the bay window, lost in a heavy leather-bound book about the Moon Kingdom's border histories, when a light, rhythmic tapping sounded against the wood.​"Come in," I called out, setting the volume face-down on my lap.​The heavy oak door swung open gracefully, and Seraphina stood in the threshold carrying a small woven wicker basket draped with a crisp linen napkin.​She offered me a warm, hesitant smile. "Am I disturbing your morning, Amara?"​I closed the book entirely, setting it on the side table. "No. Not at all."​She lifted the basket slightly. "I brought us breakfast."​I stared at the basket, genuinely caught off guard. "For me?"​"Of course," she said, stepping inside and closing the door softly behind her. She glided across the room, setting the wicker basket onto the low marble table between our chairs. "I remembered you mentioned liking sweet pastries.

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 110: THE WOMAN EVERYONE LOVED

    ​AMARA’S POV​By the time dawn broke over the palace, I came to a realization that I hadn't fully grasped the day before.​Seraphina wasn't simply a woman Adrian's family favored.​She was revered.​Loved.​And not merely within the high walls of the court—by everyone.​I discovered the full extent of it the moment I stepped into the sunlit marble courtyard.​A group of children from the lower quarters came sprinting across the stone floor toward her. "Lady Seraphina! Lady Seraphina!"​Without a second's hesitation, Seraphina crouched down onto the hard stone, her face illuminating with a bright, breathtaking smile as they swarmed her.​One small girl threw her arms around Seraphina’s neck.​Seraphina let out a light, musical laugh, hugging her back. "I told you I would come back today."​"You promised!" the girl beamed.​"And I always keep my promises," Seraphina replied gently. She reached into a woven basket beside her, handing out neatly wrapped pastries and small carved toys.​Th

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