Semua Bab The Luna's Groom: Bab 41 - Bab 50

His words crash into me like a wave. My resistance, the final thread of it, snaps. I kiss him. He smiles against my lips, heat blooming low in my stomach as his hand cups my cheek and he deepens it. In that moment, Tobias and Perseus exist on opposite sides of my heart. With Tobias, I was content. With Perseus, I’m ravenous—for joy, for him, for more. Ahem. A cough slices through the air. We pull apart. Perseus laughs. I replay the sound over and over in my mind. I love his laugh. Our interrupter is a chubby chef holding a spatula. “Sorry to interrupt, but you can get back to baby-making after you try my bloodroot stew.” “And what is bloodroot stew?” Perseus asks. “Oh, it’s a thick, hearty dish with potatoes, red beans, beetroot, wild mushrooms, and chunks of spiced venison,” I explain, catching my breath. “We should go try it, then.” He shrugs, smiling. As we walk over, Perseus detours to grab more drinks while I chat with the woman who interrupted. “You’re lucky,” she say

E L E A N O RThree Days.I rise from the bed slowly, peeling Perseus off me with careful fingers as I run both hands through my tangled hair. His arm slips off my waist, and he stretches, yawning, his eyelids fluttering open in a lazy haze.“And where do you think you're going?” His voice is thick with sleep, a husky rasp that momentarily makes me pause.“I need to clean up,” I whisper softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He puckers his lips childishly and I smile, indulging him with a playful kiss on the lips before pulling away with a grin tugging at my mouth.We’d just made love again. It had started in the main room after dinner—an evening that was meant to be simple until it turned into something deeper. He was painting me, the canvas still standing outside, unfinished but beautiful. I’d been sitting on his lap while he added the final strokes. That quiet intimacy morphed into soft kisses, and one thing led to another until he brought me here. For a brief moment, I forgot

P E R S E U S “I'm pregnant." Her words replay over and over again in my mind, like a stubborn echo I can’t shake free from. She’s pregnant. I’m going to be a father. The weight of those words hits me all at once, yet I find myself unable to respond right away. Maybe I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong thing or that my voice will crack. My wife is pregnant. She’s carrying my child. And all this time, I’ve been so wrapped up in work, in politics, in everything else that I barely noticed. I’ve been so caught up with the chaos of my life that I failed to see her, truly see her. I realize now how little attention I paid her lately. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her posture tense, her hands folded in her lap. She continues, her voice steady but trembling just beneath the surface. “I found out this morning. I went to William’s house.” She hesitates, then adds, “If all of this is about a child, then you have a child now. Just stop pushing me away and having someone else re

E L E A N O RI clutch the fabric of my dress tightly, the soft folds bunching in my trembling hands as Perseus’s hand gently envelopes mine. His fingers intertwine with mine in a reassuring grip, warm and steady—almost too steady. It’s been less than two days since I made the proposal, yet here we are, already kicking off the ceremonial visit to Gray Helm. I’ve spent so much time there recently—more than I care to admit—since it’s where Eleanor’s Court is located.I dove headfirst into research about Bloodthorn as soon as the plan was set in motion, tracing its geography, its history, origins I should have studied long ago instead of scrambling at the last minute. But somehow, I managed to gather enough knowledge to keep up appearances, to speak confidently. It feels like a small victory in a storm of uncertainty.Perseus has been unwaveringly supportive—too supportive, almost. His eyes hold a softness I’m not sure I deserve, and now I find myself unable to meet his gaze without feel

E L E A N O RMy father is yanked up from the floor roughly, limbs jerking like a puppet cut loose from its strings, just as Perseus wraps an arm around me and pulls me into him.I'm still frozen. Stuck in place as a cold numbness crawls through my bones. My mind struggles to process the brutal clarity of what just happened. My father had tried to kill me and got taken down by a barrage of arrows before he could finish what he started. There’s blood, but more than that, there's betrayal hanging thick in the air. I didn’t want him dead. At least, not like this. Not as a hunted man brought to his knees. Perseus just took the last blood relative I had left, and I don’t even know how to react to that. My thoughts are a mess, my body heavy.I feel the warmth of Perseus’s palm as it slides around my wrist. My breath stumbles. I turn my head slowly to meet his gaze.“He’s not dead. Just tranquilized,” he says, his voice low and steady, but not exactly gentle. Just then, one of the guards st