All Chapters of From Betrayed Luna to Crowned Princess: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

King Alaric's POV I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for exactly three seconds. Long enough to think but short enough that Cedric would not mistake it for uncertainty."We hold her," I said.Cedric blinked. "Your Majesty?""Astrid stays where she is.

Ravena's POV I read the letter twice before I folded it along its original crease and set it down on the table in front of me, because if I held it any longer I was going to do something with my hands that I would regret.Erik was standing a few feet away. He had not moved since the guard came back. He had watched me read the letter with those quiet eyes, reading my face the way he always did when he could not read the room any other way.

Ravena's POV Erik reached for his paper.He wrote one word and held it up.And the room went absolutely silent.Everyone was looking at the paper Erik held up. I could not see it from where I stood near the doorway, but I did not need to. I could read it in the faces

Evander’s POV The room had too many people in it.I noticed it the moment I walked in. Erik was sitting up on the bed, his back straight, his hands folded in his lap, and he was doing the thing he always did when he was trying not to show fear.Around him, every person who loved him had packed themselves into the available space. Devrin sat in the chair nearest the bed, his sons standing behind him, Rowan wit

Ravena's POV The days leading up to the wedding moved differently than I expected.Not slowly, the way I had braced for. They moved the way good things move when you are finally paying attention to them, quickly and warmly.Visitors came almost everyday. Pack leaders, old allies, distant relatives who had heard the news and wanted to see for themselves that Ravena Valemont was still standing. That she had found her nephew. And that she was marrying a prince.Erik sat with me through most of these visits now.That alone was enough to make everything feel different.Three weeks ago he would not have stayed in a room with more than two people in it. He would have pressed himself into corners and stared at exits and gripped the edge of whatever was nearest with white-knuckled hands.But now he sat beside me on the bench in the main receiving room, his leg propped on a cushioned stool, his paper and brush within reach, and he… got involved. Not loudly, not the way children who had never b