All Chapters of The Four Princes and The Rejected Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

To the common people waking up in the cold streets, the sound of the bells meant one thing: the coronation day had finally arrived.Dawn brought a pale, watery sunlight that cut through the thick grey clouds. The air was freezing, so cold that a person’s breath turned into small white clouds in front of their face. But inside the high stone palace, nobody was looking at the cold weather. Everyone was moving quickly, running up and down the long hallways, preparing for the grand event in the Great Hall.Up in the grand dressing room of the east tower, Lord Garrick stood in front of a giant golden mirror. He was dressed in a long, heavy robe made of deep purple velvet, trimmed with thick white winter fur along the collar and sleeves. Around his waist was a broad belt studded with shiny red rubies, and a heavy golden chain hung across his broad chest.Garrick reached out with trembling, eager fingers, touching the smooth purple cloth. His heart was pounding fast against his ribs. For yea

"Kill them all!" Prince Jaxon screamed, his voice echoing off the high stone ceiling of the Great Hall like thunder. "Leave no one standing! Kill the prince, kill his everyone and kill that filthy human girl!"The room erupted into total, bloody chaos.The heavy black-armored mercenaries poured out from the dark stone arches behind the tapestries. Their iron boots slammed against the marble floor as they ran down the steps with drawn swords, raised axes, and loaded crossbows. Women in fine silk dresses shrieked in terror, scrambling over the wooden benches to hide behind the thick stone pillars. Old pack nobles fell over each other, trying desperately to find a way out, but the massive oak doors remained locked tight with heavy iron bars from the outside.Jaxon’s mercenaries thought this was going to be an easy slaughter. They thought they were trapping three helpless people in the middle of a room.They were dead wrong.Kael did not flinch. He did not step back. His golden eyes lit u

The quiet in the royal sickroom felt heavy and thick. The only sounds were the slow crackle of the fireplace in the corner and the wet, painful gasps of old King Draven trying to pull air into his weak lungs.Jaxon dropped to his knees right beside the bed first. All his pride, all his dark anger, and all his grand talk about taking the crown vanished into thin air. He grabbed his father’s thin, ice-cold hand with both of his shaking hands, pressing his forehead against the heavy grey blanket."Father..." Jaxon choked out, tears bursting from his eyes and soaking into the wool blanket. "Father, I am here! It’s Jaxon! Please open your eyes!"King Draven slowly fluttered his heavy eyelids open. His bright golden eyes were dim now, like fading embers in an old fire, but when he saw his sons standing over him, a soft, trembling breath escaped his chest.Kael knelt down on the other side of the bed, taking his father’s other cold hand. Lucan stood right behind Kael, holding Seraphina’s han

The grand bronze bells of the royal palace rang out across the valley once again. This time, they did not carry the terrifying, heavy sound of war or danger. Their bright, musical chime bounced off the snowy mountain peaks, carrying a message of peace, victory, and fresh beginnings to every corner of the northern territory.The winter wind was still cold, but the dark grey clouds that had covered the city for months had completely vanished. A bright, golden sun shone down from a clear blue sky, melting the white icicles hanging from the tall stone towers. Down in the main city square, the people were eating fresh warm bread made from the newly arrived grain. Children played games in the streets, and shopkeepers laughed as they swept snow off their wooden steps. The dark days of starvation were finally over.Inside the Great Hall, the heavy atmosphere of blood and fear had been washed away. High above the polished white marble floor, giant banners made of deep royal-blue silk and gold

The bitter cold of the deep southern territory bit into the skin like tiny, razor-sharp knives. Up here in the high mountain passes, the wind did not just blow—it roared. It swept down from the jagged icy peaks, whipping blinding sheets of white snow across the narrow, rocky trails. Deep green pine trees stood tall on both sides of the path, their thick branches bent heavy under mountains of white slush.A long line of ten heavy wooden supply wagons creaked slowly through the deep snow drifts. Their large iron-rimmed wheels groaned under the weight of hundreds of sacks of fresh golden wheat, dried beef, thick wool blankets, and jars of sweet healing honey. Surrounding the wagons were twenty of the northern pack’s bravest palace guards, their heavy fur cloaks wrapped tight around their iron armor to keep out the freezing air.Riding right at the very front of the line on a massive black warhorse was Prince Jaxon.Jaxon wore dark steel armor stamped with the silver symbol of the norther