All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The next morning carried with it a strange stillness, as though the palace itself had chosen to rise in silence. Dawn spilled pale gold across the marble floors, and yet the usual hum of morning activity seemed subdued. Servants moved quietly, and guards stood sharper. The visiting kings had chosen to depart early, skipping breakfast altogether. No laughter from their entourages drifted down the halls, and no rich voices filled the dining chamber. Just the echo of boots, the occasional murmur of command, and the faint scent of spiced incense burning low in the corridors. Sargis and I stepped out, accompanied by the council members and the girl. The palace courtyard stretched before us, and sunlight caught the surface of the great fountain at its center. Water leapt and spilled over carved stone wolves, the cascade breaking into prisms of light that glinted like shards of glass. Around it, the cars waited, ready to carry royalty back to their lands. The

"Narine," Avaline's voice broke through the silence. I turned to face her. "You carried yourself well today. More than well, you showed strength, restraint, and grace. I am proud of you." The words landed in my chest like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds. Avaline wasn't quick to offer praise, and hearing it now, when my heart was still raw, nearly undid me. Her hand squeezed mine lightly. "You deserve a reprieve. Take the next few days for yourself. Rest, breathe, let your spirit recover. We will return to lessons after that." Relief and gratitude tangled in my throat. "Thank you," I whispered, meaning more than just for the time off. Before I could gather myself further, the other council members began to approach, forming a semi-circle before Sargis and me. One by one, they bowed, not the perfunctory dip of politics, but with sincerity that made my pulse stutter. Tavrek's stern expression softene

I stayed in my room long after Sargis had gone to sort some things out, only after making sure I ate, as if forcing food into me could shield me from the ache pressing behind my ribs. His absence left behind a silence so thick it almost rang in my ears, a hollow that deepened the longer I sat in it. I wandered from one corner of the room to the next without purpose, desperate to keep the walls from closing in, trailing my fingers along the carved bedposts, the smooth edge of the vanity, and the cool marble near the window. Each surface was grounding, but none of them could anchor the storm inside me. Eventually, I sank back onto the bed, burying my face in the covers until the scent of cedar and faint smoke filled my lungs. I shuffled off the bed again, pulled a brush through my hair until the bristles snagged painfully, then dropped it back onto the vanity with a muted thud. I opened one of the lesson books Avaline had pressed into my hands, hoping structure wou

The morning felt softer than most, gilded with that fleeting sweetness that comes after a night of restless sleep. Light filtered through the curtains in gentle strokes, painting the room in shades of gold that seemed almost too tender for a palace burdened with politics and wars. While I freshened up, Sargis busied himself in the kitchen, and the faint, comforting sounds of him preparing breakfast slipped beneath the door. When I finished, I ate while he took his turn at the normality of the day, the ordinary rhythm of it was something I clung to more than I wanted to admit. He returned just as I was setting the plate aside, his hair was still damp, and his shirt clung to the line of his chest in a way that made my breath catch. Without ceremony, he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to my lips, before whispering against my mouth about handling the new dynamic with the witches. And just as I thought that was all, his palm landed firmly against my backside in a playful smac

A groan ripped from Yuren's throat. His head lolled, and crimson dripped from the corner of his mouth. His eyes fluttered open, wide and unfocused, their usual arrogance replaced by awe, even through the pain. The spellbook lay on the floor where it had fallen in the scuffle, its pages fluttering as though caught in a phantom wind. The words shimmered faintly, whispering things I couldn't hear but felt deep in my bones. I stared at my hand as though it belonged to someone else, this hand that had touched Sargis with tenderness, and cupped my own face in sleepless nights of doubt, was not supposed to hold this kind of power. Yet the phantom thrum of it lingered in my palm, fingertips, and the very marrow of my bones. My breath caught in my throat because I could still feel the pulse of raw, unyielding force surging through me. It was foreign, and yet it coiled in my veins as though it had always belonged there. Yuren groaned faintly, dragging himself upr