Elsa’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the tall windows, painting the royal chamber in a soft golden glow. I blinked my eyes open slowly, still adjusting to the warmth pressed against my skin. Dylan’s arm was wrapped around me, heavy and protective, his breath calm and steady against my neck.For a while, I just stayed there listening to his heartbeat, memorizing the peace that filled the room. The coronation felt like a dream, and even though my body still ached from last night’s marking, my heart was light. I was finally Luna — not by title alone, but by bond.Dylan stirred beside me, tightening his hold. “Still tired?” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.I smiled faintly. “A little. But I think I should get up before the palace burns down without me.”He chuckled, brushing his lips against my shoulder. “It might. Everyone’s been asking where their Luna is. You’ve got a full day waiting for you.”That made me sit up immediately. “A full day?”“Yes,” he said, sitting up bes
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