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THE KING'S APOLOGY

"The strongest warriors know how to fight. The rarest ones know when they are wrong."Dravon's POVI entered my chamber and slammed my fists against the heavy stone wall, the impact doing nothing to quiet my mind.“You almost lost me because you never knew how to hold me.”Her voice kept playing in my head on a loop, sharp and exhausted.A tentative knock broke my thoughts. “Your majesty?” Kael asked from the corridor.“Enter,” I growled.The heavy wooden door creaked open. “You look ready to kill someone,” Kael observed, leaning against the frame. “Is it the council? Are you still angry about them rejecting her as your Luna?”I hissed, pacing away from him.“Or,” Kael added, a knowing smirk touching his lips, “you're angry because she's stubborn.”“Exactly.” I sank onto the edge of the mattress, unbuttoning my tunic and tossing it aside. “Why can't she just be simple?”“Like the battles you win?” Kael tilted his head. “Or like Cyrene?”I froze. My hands gripped the fabric of my whit

THE MARK OF THE MOON

"Some destinies are written before birth. Others are carved through survival."Sera's POVI couldn't wait until morning. I had run straight to Dravon's quarters and dragged him down into the cold depths of the dungeon.“What do you mean?” Dravon stared at the symbol I held the lantern up to illuminate.“Look,” I said, showing him the letter I had received from the elder.“This is bad… and you said you felt strange when you touched it?” he asked.I nodded, adjusting my robe tighter around myself because of a sudden chill I felt.“And you haven't seen this before?” I asked.“I have, but I never read into it. I thought it was just written in blood.”I stared back at the jagged lines resembling a coiled serpent.“Good, you're here,” Dravon called out, turning as Kael entered the dungeon, having likely followed our frantic scent down the stairs.“I need your help, Kael. What do you know of this symbol?” I asked, pointing at the groove carved into the wall.He stepped closer and stared at

THE STRANGER FROM DUSKBORN

"The forest that almost buried me was the same forest that remembered my name."Sera's POV“Where is he?” I asked the butler.“He is just outside the palace gates,” he replied.“Please, let him in,” I said, turning back to the butler.“What? Put him in the dungeon,” Dravon ordered, stepping close to me. “He might be dangerous.” Before I could argue, he scoffed, throwing my own words back at me. “Or is it that you no longer care about your safety? Let them come.”“Let's see what he wants first,” Amira said, stepping between us to break the tension.“As you insist,” the butler bowed and left.“Fine,” Dravon and I both snapped at the exact same time.“Should we involve the council?” Kael asked.“No,” I snapped.We headed to the throne room. The heavy wooden doors closed behind us, echoing in the vast, imposing space. Dravon took his seat on the throne, his posture rigid. As the stranger entered, the atmosphere immediately felt off. He was a middle-aged man, his cloak weathered and dusted

THE FIRST TEST OF THE LUNA

"A queen is not created when she receives a crown. She is created when everyone expects her to fail.”Sera's POVI couldn't believe the only chance I had to learn the truth about my parents was slipping away in front of me. The heavy wooden doors of the throne room slammed shut behind me, severing my connection to the stranger. My chest heaved. I took a deep breath, ignored the sympathetic glances of the passing guards, and headed straight down the stone corridors to my room.“You're not my Luna yet.”His words echoed in my ears, more punishing than a physical blow. That was what he truly thought of me. Maybe I would never be his equal, I thought, biting the inside of my lip until it tasted of copper.Lost in my swirling thoughts, a soft knock at the door broke the heavy silence.“Hey… it's me.” I recognized the voice immediately; it was Amira.I didn't say anything, hoping she would just walk away, but she let herself in anyway. I turned my back to the door and instantly wiped away t

THE FIRST TEST OF THE LUNA

Dravon's POVI closed the heavy wooden door to my chambers and leaned back against it, blowing out a long, ragged breath.My cheek still stung. I raised a hand, my fingers brushing the warm skin where her palm had connected. I couldn't believe she had actually hit me. And I couldn't believe I had let it happen. All because I tried to remind her of her place.A knock broke the suffocating silence, and Kael let himself in. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes zeroing in on the side of my face."You know you were wrong," Kael said flatly. Then he tilted his head, inspecting the fading red mark. "What exactly happened?"Before I could answer, he held up both hands. "Actually, I don't think I want to know.""Say what you want, but she went too far," I muttered, shrugging off my heavy royal robe and tossing it onto a chair."No, she didn't." Kael's voice was dangerously quiet.I whipped around, my Alpha pride flaring. "What did you say?""You humiliated her in front of the guards, Dravon

BEFORE THE FIRE

"The hardest battles are not fought with swords, but with the choice to stand your ground when every instinct tells you to run." Seraphina’s POV I stared at my hands long after the heavy door clicked shut behind Dravon, my palm still tingling warmly from the impact. I couldn't believe I had actually slapped him. Is this who I am now? I wondered, sinking slowly onto the edge of my bed. My chest heaved as the adrenaline began to fade, leaving behind a cold knot of dread. I was still reeling, thinking about how dangerous it was to strike him. No matter what he had said to provoke me, he was the Alpha King. But as I sat there in the quiet room, I couldn't bring myself to feel truly apologetic. After the way he had humiliated me, stripping away my dignity in front of the guards, I believed he deserved it. Still, the rational part of my brain knew I was wrong for laying a finger on a ruling monarch. I immediately undressed, shedding the heavy fabrics of the day, and slipped into a sim

False Victory

Sera's POV“I brought you something,” Amira said, gesturing for the maid to step inside with a large box. “For good luck.”Amira opened the lid, and a breathtaking green gown shimmered in the morning light.“Suitable for a queen,” Amira winked.“Oh, thank you,” I breathed, standing up to wrap her in a tight hug.“Please, whatever you do, do not give up on my brother,” she whispered into my hair as I hugged her.I hope the trials don't eat me alive first, I thought, though I forced a brave smile.“Remember… you can do this,” Amira said softly before she left the room.After bathing, I reached into the box to pull out the dress and spotted a small piece of folded parchment resting at the bottom.“There are three trials, and I wish you the best of luck. - A”“Oh, Amira,” I laughed, shaking my head at her sweetness.I put on the green dress. Luckily, it didn't require tight corsets or an extra pair of hands for fitting like my other formal gowns. It was surprisingly comfortable

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