บททั้งหมดของ The Heart of the Queen: Legacy of The Moonborn: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

《》Aria’s POV The void pulled me back into itself, that same endless black stretching in every direction, but this time I didn’t feel as hollow. I clung to Cael’s words like a rope in the dark, the only thing tethering me to something other than this freezing silence. Remember. Fight. Come back.I kept repeating them to myself as my chest tightened and the frost crept deeper into my veins. I could feel it—my heart was still hardening, the slow freeze pushing further every second. I whispered into the blackness, “You said you’d come back… don’t let me do this alone.”The silence mocked me.For a moment I thought that was it, that I’d be left here to turn to ice from the inside out. Then the air shifted. The nothingness cracked open, light pouring through it like water breaking through stone. My breath caught.The void melted away, and suddenly I was standing in a wide open field. The grass was tall, golden, swaying like waves under a soft breeze. Buildings stood in the distance—ancient

《》 Ronan’s POVI caught him just as he tried to slip past the ridge. Quick, sharp movement, a ghost in the dark. He didn’t hear me until my hand was already at his collar, dragging him back against me with the silver dagger pressed to his spine. He froze, muscles locked, and then immediately twisted, trying to elbow me away. I shoved him harder against the rock wall.“Don’t,” I growled, my voice low enough to cut but steady enough to leave no doubt. “You move again, you bleed out here.”His breathing was harsh, sharp exhales through his nose. I felt the tension in him, that rigid line of a man calculating if death was worth the risk. My hand pressed harder into the dagger, the silver edge kissing his skin. The faint hiss of his breath told me he felt the burn.“Peacefully,” I said, leaning close to his ear. “Or I drag your corpse back instead. Your choice.”He stilled. Not submission, not fear—just a begrudging calculation. Then he muttered through clenched teeth, “Fine.”I bound his

Lucien’s POV The air changed as I moved deeper into the ruined wing of the keep. It grew heavier, tighter, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Shadows stretched where they shouldn’t have, bending toward a single point ahead. I followed that pull, my heart pounding harder with every step. Then the chamber opened up. Selene stood at its center. She was surrounded by a ritual circle carved deep into the stone floor, the markings glowing faintly with void magic. Shadows coiled around her ankles, rising and falling like something alive. Her hands were raised, fingers tipped with dark energy, her voice calm and steady as she chanted. And suspended in front of her— Kael “Selene!” The name tore out of me before I could stop it. My son hung just above the ground, his small body trembling violently. His face was twisted in pain, eyes squeezed shut, lips moving soundlessly as if he was screaming but no sound would come. Dark threads of magic wrapped around him, si

Ansel’s POV We appeared just beyond the outer perimeter of the fort, hidden by the trees and broken stone. Selene staggered slightly when we landed, her breath uneven, the shadows around her thinning instead of thickening. She steadied herself quickly, like she always did, but I noticed. I always noticed. From where we stood, we could see the gates clearly. Ronan and Lucien emerged with the twins between them. Talia was held close, her face buried in Ronan’s shoulder, while Kael leaned weakly against Lucien’s chest. Soldiers surrounded them, alert but relieved. They moved with purpose, not haste. Together. Selene let out a quiet, irritated sound. “Look at them,” she said. “United at last. All because of her.” I didn’t say anything. Maybe it was because I was too shaken up. Too scared too guilty at the part I’d played in what had happened to far, but I didn’t speak yet. “The things Aria inspires,” Selene continued, her voice sharp with disdain. “Men who despise one an

Aria’s POV The void did not feel endless anymore. It felt intimate, like it had crawled inside my chest and made a home there. Each breath I took came out brittle, frosting the air before me, though I no longer knew if I was breathing at all. My heart had slowed to a dull ache, a steady burn of cold that spread outward with every passing moment. Or every passing something. Time had long become unreliable here. It stretched and folded in on itself until I could no longer tell if I had been trapped for minutes or lifetimes. I could barely remember that there was a world beyond the dark anymore, a world I’d once belonged to, with people. People I knew. Faces blurred. Names slipped through my fingers like melting snow. And yet, visions kept coming. They no longer felt like dreams. They felt like memories. I saw sunlight first. Blinding and warm and almost painful after the endless dark. I was running barefoot through a wide open field, tall grass brushing against my legs