All Chapters of MoonLit Sins: The Curse Of Red Hollow: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kael’s POVBy the time the council’s voices faded into the distance, I was already halfway to my quarters. I told myself it was to put space between us, to get my head straight, but that was a lie I didn’t even bother believing.The truth was simpler, I wanted her alone.And judging by the sound of light footsteps trailing mine again, she wanted the same.I didn’t turn to confirm it. I didn’t need to. Every nerve I had was already aware of her, the subtle shift of her breathing, the faint brush of fabric as she moved.When I reached my door, I stopped. The air between us tightened.“You followed me again,” I said without looking back.Her voice was soft, but it carried. “Maybe I wasn’t done talking to you.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Didn’t invite her in. Didn’t have to.She came anyway.The door closed with a quiet thud behind her.The room was dim, lit only by the low fire in the hearth. It painted everything in shades of gold and shadow, her especially.I leaned bac

Kael’s POVThe hall of the Council was colder than any winter I’d ever endured. The air itself seemed carved from stone, sharp enough to slice through my breath. Twelve figures sat in a half-moon before me, their robes a heavy cascade of shadow, their faces unreadable behind silver masks. Only their eyes, sharp, assessing, betrayed the weight of judgment about to fall. I stood in the center, the solitary figure under the wide shaft of light spilling from the glass dome above. The scent of polished oak and burning sage lingered, mixing with the metallic tang of my own restraint. This was where verdicts were passed. Fates sealed. Names either immortalized or erased.My hands clenched behind my back. I’d learned long ago that showing agitation here was like bleeding into shark-infested waters. The Keeper’s voice boomed first, old yet unshakable. “Kael Veyrion, son of the Crimson Banner, you stand accused of breaking the Covenant of Dominion.”The words echoed in my chest. I felt the star

Kael’s POVBy the time we cleared the forest, the light had thinned to a pale wash, the kind that makes the world look half-asleep. My arm still ached from the fight, but it wasn’t the pain that had my thoughts tangled.It was Arielle.She walked a step ahead of me now, her satchel bouncing against her hip, the faint curve of her braid swaying with each step. The blood on her cheek had dried, but I could still see it in the dim light, a reminder that she hadn’t hesitated to put herself in danger. For me.We reached a crossroads where the trees thinned, and beyond it, on a gentle rise, stood an inn. Its lanterns glowed warm against the dusk, the scent of roasting meat drifting down the road like a lure.“You look like you could use a bed,” Arielle said without turning.“I could use silence,” I replied, though my voice lacked the bite I intended.Her shoulder lifted, a small shrug. “Silence is cheaper. But not as warm.”I almost smiled. Almost.The innkeeper didn’t have much choice in r

KAEL POVThe fire in the council chamber had burned low hours ago, yet its scent still clung to my skin. Even after the verdict, after the endless circling of words and accusations, I still couldn’t find it in myself to breathe easily. The weight of my crown had never felt heavier, not even when Lyra was alive.And that… was the problem.I’d grown used to pain, to loss. But grief didn’t loosen its hold just because you learned to carry it. It simply shifted shape, sometimes sharp and loud, sometimes quiet and suffocating.Tonight, it was quiet. And I hated it.I found myself wandering the torch-lit hallways of the keep long after the others had gone to their chambers. My boots echoed against the stone, the sound as hollow as I felt. The council’s decision still sat in my chest like a rock, unmoved, immovable. They wanted stability, control… and I was expected to give it to them without hesitation.But my control was splintered.And part of that splinter had a name.Selina.I should’ve

The air in the corridor was already charged with movement, guards running, servants pressed against the walls, the toll of the alarm rolling through the keep like a heartbeat in panic. My boots struck stone hard as we rounded the first corner, Selina keeping pace without a word.“North wall,” a soldier shouted as we passed. “Scouts spotted movement in the woods, torches.”Not traders. Not travelers.“Enemy?” I barked.He didn’t answer, just kept running.We burst into the courtyard, where the wind carried the smell of damp earth and something sharper, smoke. The sky was still streaked with the pale blush of dawn, but in the distance, a darker plume twisted upward.Selina’s hand brushed mine as we ran, unintentional, but it grounded me in a way I hated to admit. She moved like she belonged in this pace, eyes scanning, body poised for action.At the base of the north tower, Darius was already shouting orders. “Archers to the wall! Lock down the gates, no one in or out!” His eyes flicked