Semua Bab The Four Princes and The Rejected Luna: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The sun rose slowly over the jagged mountain peaks, casting a pale, cold light across the freezing valley. Down in the narrow stone canyon, the air was still and thick with quiet tension. White mist rose from the deep snowdrifts as three hundred heavy northern warriors stood in tight formation across the mouth of the pass.Their tall steel shields were locked together, forming a solid iron wall across the rocky ground. Behind the shields, sharp broadswords and heavy spears glinted in the faint morning light.At the center of the shield wall stood Alpha King Kael and Commander Jaxon. Kael wore his fine royal armor, his dark fur cape draped broad across his shoulders. His hand gripped the leather hilt of his broadsword, his golden eyes fixed on the bend of the canyon ahead. Beside him, Jaxon held a heavy wooden shield, his jaw set firm, his dark eyes sharp and steady.High above them on the jagged stone cliffs overlooking the canyon, Lucan and two hundred northern archers lay flat in th

The morning sun broke gently over the mountain peaks, pouring warm golden light into the high arched windows of the Great Hall. The royal palace was buzzing with an energy it had not felt in years. Banners of soft royal blue and shimmering gold hung from the tall stone pillars, and the long wooden tables were stacked high with fresh loaves of baked bread, sweet honey, roasted meats, and bowls of bright red berries.Every pack lord, village elder, trade master, and high-ranking guard had gathered inside the hall. The room was packed shoulder to shoulder, a sea of happy faces and low, excited murmurs.At the head of the hall, standing on the raised stone dais, were Alpha King Kael and Luna Seraphina.Kael wore his grand black velvet tunic trimmed with silver, the royal crown sitting heavy and bright on his dark hair. Beside him, Seraphina looked radiant. She wore a simple, elegant gown of cream silk that flowed softly to the floor. Her face had a healthy, warm glow, and her hand rested

The soft morning light streamed through the high stone windows of the royal bedchamber, painting the polished wooden floor in shades of warm gold. The palace was quiet, filled only with the sweet scent of dried lavender and fresh pine. For the first time in many years, there were no emergency war councils, no breathless messengers riding in from the borders, and no heavy battle plans spread across the long tables in the Great Hall.King Kael sat on the edge of the large wooden bed, carefully lacing up his leather boots. He looked over at Seraphina, who was sitting near the window in a cozy armchair, her small hands resting gently over her growing stomach. A soft, gentle smile touched his lips. The heavy line that had rested between his dark eyebrows for years—the mark of a ruler carrying the weight of constant war—had finally smoothed away."You are thinking again," Seraphina said softly, looking up from her book. Her dark eyes sparkled in the morning light.Kael stood up and walked o

Three weeks had passed since the Grand Harvest Festival, and a cool, quiet stillness had settled over the Northern Kingdom. High up on the sharp mountain peaks, the first light dustings of winter snow sparkled like silver sugar under the bright blue sky. Down in the valley, the trees had shed their colorful leaves, leaving smooth, bare branches that rustled softly in the chilly afternoon wind.Inside the royal palace, the atmosphere was warm, cozy, and filled with deep peace. Large stone fireplaces burned night and day in every hall, filling the corridors with the clean scent of crackling pine wood and dried sweet herbs.Luna Seraphina sat on a plush velvet sofa in the private sitting room, her feet resting comfortably on a soft fur footstool. Her baby bump was now prominently rounded, and she moved with a gentle, careful grace. In her hands, she held a long piece of soft blue ribbon, weaving it through the edges of a tiny wool sweater she had been knitting all morning.Across the roo

The morning sky was covered in heavy, dark grey clouds as a cold winter wind blew across the mountain peaks. Inside the royal palace kitchens, the air was warm and loud. Smoke rose from the massive stone hearths, and the smell of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, and sweet herbal teas filled the large room. Servants ran back and forth with silver trays, cooks chopped fresh vegetables on heavy wooden blocks, and guards stood watch near the doors.Among the busy kitchen workers was a young scullery girl named Clara. She was only eighteen years old, with thin shoulders, brown hair, and wide, frightened eyes. Clara had worked in the palace washing dishes for less than a year. Her father was a poor farmer on the cold western border who owed a massive debt to ruthless moneylenders. Two days ago, a strange man in a dark cloak had cornered Clara near the city well. He had handed her a heavy purse full of gold coins—enough money to clear her father’s debt forever—along with a tiny glass bott