Scarlet's POVNine months. Nine long, agonizing months of constant pain and suffocating whispers.The palace had become a breeding ground for betrayal, the elders circling me like vultures waiting for a carcass to drop. The stress was a physical weight pressing down on my chest, leaving me utterly exhausted.“Luna, how much longer do you think the pack will fall in line?” my personal maid, Ariel, asked quietly. She was kneeling before me, gently massaging my swollen, aching feet while I leaned back against the hard stone of the throne.“For as long as I refuse to break,” I answered, my voice thick with fatigue. My eyelids felt heavy, every limb weighed down by lead.The medicinal herbs the physician had prescribed to keep my strength up were entirely gone. I knew what the court was doing—they were playing a waiting game, counting down the days until these children were forced into the world.“Where is Joel?” I murmured, shifting slightly.“He’s out on the field, training the warriors,
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