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CHAPTER 70:The Faces Behind the Masks

Author: Hannie
last update publish date: 2026-08-22 22:29:29

​AMARA’S POV

​"The truth about why Kael rejected you."

​Tanya’s words hung suspended in the heavy air between us.

​My fingers tightened around the small, cold key Serena had given me. "What is that supposed to mean?"

​Tanya’s lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. "It means you should stop placing your trust in everyone who suddenly claims to care about you."

​My eyes darted toward Serena. The moment our gazes met, she looked away.

​A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Something was wrong. Very
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  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 70:The Faces Behind the Masks

    ​AMARA’S POV​"The truth about why Kael rejected you."​Tanya’s words hung suspended in the heavy air between us.​My fingers tightened around the small, cold key Serena had given me. "What is that supposed to mean?"​Tanya’s lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. "It means you should stop placing your trust in everyone who suddenly claims to care about you."​My eyes darted toward Serena. The moment our gazes met, she looked away.​A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Something was wrong. Very wrong.​Before I could demand an explanation, heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. Vivian rushed into the room, looking utterly unravelled. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her swollen, red-rimmed eyes suggested she had been weeping.​"Amara!" She darted toward me, arms outstretched. "My poor child..."​I took a sharp step back, holding up a hand. "Don't."​Her face crumpled. "I came the moment I heard what happened."​"You came because Tanya told you to," I said flatly.​Vivi

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 69: THE WAR IN THE SHADOWS

    ​TANYA’S POV​The doors to my private reception room burst open without a warning knock.​A palace courier, breathless and splattered with mud from the northern road, hurried into the room and dropped to one knee.​"My Lady!"​I didn't turn around from my mirror, calmly fastening a pearl brooch to my collar. "What is it?"​"Lady Serena Everhart was spotted riding a fresh post horse toward the Blackridge border two hours ago."​My hands stilled against the silk of my collar. My eyes narrowed in the glass. "Why?"​"We don't know, Lady Tanya. She evaded our watchers at the estate."​I slowly turned around, my voice dangerously calm. "Where is Lady Vivian?"​"Still at the Everhart estate, My Lady. She has locked herself in the study."​"And the journal?"​"Our spies believe Vivian still has the leather volume hidden on her person."​I clenched my fingers into a tight fist, the metal of my pearl brooch biting into my palm until it nearly drew blood.​Serena. That foolish, weak-willed littl

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 68: DUST AND MOUNTAIN WIND

    ​VIVIAN’S POV​I didn't stop walking until the heavy iron wheels of the carriage were rattling beneath my feet.​My hands were trembling so violently I had to jam them into the folds of my velvet skirts.​Tanya knew.​She knew about the hidden safe behind the history volumes. She knew about the leather-bound journal. And worse... she knew exactly how much power she held over my throat.​The carriage door opened and slammed shut. Serena climbed in, her heavy velvet cloak smelling of damp mountain fog and horse sweat.​"Mother?" she asked, her voice tight with panic. "What happened in her private chambers?"​I didn't look at her. I stared out the small glass window as the grand marble gates of the royal palace receded into the morning mist. "Tanya knows."​Serena's face drained of every last trace of color. "About the journal? About Father's handwriting?"​I nodded once, sharp and mechanical.​"What are we going to do?" Serena’s voice rose an octave, bordering on hysteria. "She threaten

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 67: WARNINGS IN THE MOUNTAINS

    ​AMARA’S POV​The iron bucket slipped from my numb fingers, crashing onto the cold flagstones with a deafening rattle.​Dirty scrub water splashed over my worn boots and soaked the hem of my gray wool dress.​A pair of off-duty garrison soldiers sitting near the mess hall fire burst into raucous laughter.​"Look at the princess!" one sneered, tossing a crust of bread onto the table. "Can't even carry a bucket of water without collapsing!"​"Far too fragile for Blackridge," the other chimed in.​I ignored them completely, reaching out with a trembling hand to catch myself against the cold stone wall.​My body was running on pure exhaustion. The flogging at the punishment post two days ago had taken a far heavier toll on me than I cared to admit to anyone in this fortress. My back burned with a continuous, white-hot agony under the coarse wool fabric, my legs shook with every step, and taking a deep breath sent s

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 66: THE SECRET IN FATHER'S SAFE

    ​VIVIAN’S POV​The study door clicked shut behind me.​I stood completely still, my head tilted toward the quiet hallway, listening with every nerve on edge.​Nothing. No footsteps, no whispering servants, no patrolling guards.​Good.​I turned toward the massive oak cabinet hidden behind Father's enormous collection of history books. For years, I had wondered what he had guarded so fiercely within these walls. Tonight, while the rest of the household slept, I was finally going to find out.​I pulled three heavy leather volumes from the top shelf. One. Two. Three.​A small, satisfying click echoed through the dark room.​The cabinet shifted forward an inch on concealed hinges. Behind it, built directly into the stone wall, was a narrow iron safe.​My heart began pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.​Serena stepped up beside me, her breath hitching. "Mother..."​"Quiet," I snapped in a sharp whisper.​I reached beneath the collar of my dress and pulled out a small, tarnished b

  • kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna    CHAPTER 65: WHAT DIES IN THE DARK

    ​AMARA’S POV​The entire yard fell into dead, suffocating silence.​I forced my head up, my vision blurry and unfocused through a veil of tears and sweat.​Standing at the arched iron gate of the courtyard was a tall, formidable figure wrapped in a heavy black cloak. Silver hair caught the pale morning light, and dark, piercing eyes scanned the blood-stained square.​Kael.​My heart stuttered violently in my chest.​For one brief, pathetic second... a tiny flame of hope flickered back to life inside my shattered soul.​He came.​Maybe he had realized the evidence was false. Maybe he couldn't stomach the bond breaking. Maybe he had come to pull me down from this post and take me away from this nightmare.​"Kael..." I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.​He stepped into the courtyard, his boots crunching softly over the frozen dirt. He didn't rush. He didn't look frantic.​H

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