LyraMonths had passed since the rebellion, but as I stood before the mirror while the attendants prepared me for my coronation, I could still remember how close we had come to losing everything. The kingdom was recovering, though some wounds would take longer to heal. Yet, for the first time since the ancient chamber collapsed, I could look toward the future without expecting another disaster.My coronation gown was embroidered with the symbols of the different packs, representing their unity without placing one territory above another. As an attendant secured the final piece of jewelry around my neck, I stared at my reflection, thinking about how much my understanding of power had changed.“Your Majesty, we are ready,” one of the attendants said.I nodded. “Thank you. Could I have a moment alone before we leave?”After they left, I took a deep breath. I had once believed that being chosen, loved, and respected would finally make me feel worthy, but I now understood how dangerous it
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