Alle Kapitel von The Heart of the Queen: Legacy of The Moonborn: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

《》Selene’s POV I waited for Joran to return, pacing the length of the room. The silence pressed in, thick and suffocating, but it wasn’t the quiet that unsettled me. It was the echo of Ansel’s words. They wouldn’t leave me alone. Her voice, her eyes—too daring, too bold—haunted me like a thorn under the skin. She was forgetting her place. That much was clear. I told myself I would deal with her when the time was right. Maybe sooner than that. But no matter how many times I replayed the thought, it didn’t soothe the agitation inside me. Instead, something else rose—unwanted, intrusive. A flash. The air smelled damp, like mold and smoke. The walls of the cottage were cracked, weak. I saw myself—no, not myself, the child I had been—sitting curled in the corner, knees drawn tight. My small hands trembled as the door slammed open. He came in then. The man. His boots heavy, dragging mud. My pulse spiked as if I were still there. He didn’t look at me. He never did. His fury went

《》Cael’s POV The Citadel’s secret archives were silent, as they had always been.The silence was heavy with the weight of all the stakes.Aria's life.I was sure few mortals had ever stepped within these chambers— with all its ancient and sacred knowledge. It wasn't the normal Citadel library. I'd had to pry its location from the high priestess. The air smelled of dust and parchment, and of knowledge that had not been touched in ages. Scrolls curled into themselves as though guarding secrets no one dared to unearth. Books were stacked high upon shelves and in heaps of books I'd long read and discarded for lack of information.And still, after weeks of searching, I had found nothing.Nothing that could bring Aria back to me.My fingers brushed against another brittle page as my eyes scanned the words. But the truth mocked me with its absence. Not a single record spoke of her condition. Not a whisper of how to retrieve a soul caught in the void. For the first time in millennia, I fel

《》Arias's POVThe void stretched on endlessly, cold and heavy, pressing against my skin like damp air. My gaze hadn't wavered from him. And my question still lingered in the air. “You really don’t know who I am?” His voice carried a weight that pressed deeper than the void itself. Like the mere expression of those words was crushing his heart to bits.I froze, my throat tightening. “Are you just another illusion?” My words shook as I looked at him. “Another spirit sent to torment me?”He took a step closer. Instinct told me to back away, to put distance between us. But then, I felt it again. Warmth. Real, searing warmth that pulsed off him. It felt like seeing the sunlight again after days of endless night. I hadn’t felt that kind of comfort since I got trapped here. And so my feet stood in place.I couldn’t move. I didn't want to.His presence—real or fake as it was—offered something I craved. His eyes softened as he looked at me. Tender, almost breaking with something that resemb

《》Ronan’s POV I hated this town.Every time my boots hit the dirt road, it felt like the people were holding their breath, watching me, waiting for me to slip. Lucien and I had been circling the same streets for days, hoping to catch a shadow of the man we were looking for.Still nothing. Just silence, cold stares, and the kind of tension that dug under your skin.We’d split again today, like we always did. Lucien asked how we were supposed to recognize him when we found him.“You’ll just know,” I told him. Remenerning rhe exact words of the woman. He gave me a skeptical look. I didn't say anything else. He shook his head and muttered, “You’re probably right. He's a rogue afterall, we should be able to sniff him out in the crowd.”Maybe he was right and that was what the mystery woman had meant. Maybe it really was about basic instinct.But maybe it wasn't and she'd meant something else entirely.The day dragged on, and all I saw were closed shutters, tired faces, and people pretend

《》Selene’s POV I felt the pull of that dark memory before I was fully immersed in it. It was as though someone had clawed into the deepest part of me and given it back for me to ingest again. To taste the bitterness again. My breath hitched, and suddenly I wasn’t standing in the present anymore. The memory had swallowed me whole, dragging me back into the one moment I had tried all my life to bury.The market smells were still fresh on me when I pushed open the door. Dried herbs, roasted meat, honeybread—it clung to my clothes. For a heartbeat, I thought I smelled lavender. Mother’s scent. But when my eyes adjusted to the dim light, everything in me froze.She was there. Crumpled on the floor. Lifeless. A pool of red liquid spreading beneath her like a halo of ruin.My throat went sore. “Mother?” My knees gave out before I reached her, my hands shaking as they touched her cheek.Cold. Too cold.Behind me, a voice as sharp as broken glass.“Don’t speak a word, Selene. Not a word, or