All Chapters of The Four Princes and The Rejected Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

"My King... the baby is perfectly strong and healthy," Vance reported carefully, looking at Kael with deep hesitation. "The child’s pulse is loud and clear. But the Luna’s blood... her physical strength is draining away fast. It is as if her body is losing its vital energy from the inside out.""Why?" Kael asked, his deep voice turning deadly cold. "Is it an illness? A fever?""That is what confuses me, Sire," Vance admitted, shaking his head. "There is no fever. There is no rash. Her lungs are clear. If it were a natural sickness, her wolf blood—or even her human immune system—would show signs of fighting a fever. But there is nothing. It is as if her body is simply shutting down without a cause."Kael froze in the middle of the room. A cold, terrifying realization struck his heart like an iron dagger.No illness without a cause.Kael remembered the strange, heavy restlessness his wolf had felt for the past week. He remembered his instincts screaming that danger was hiding in the dar

The cold mountain air was thick with dark mist as the silver moon hid behind heavy winter clouds. Across the rocky hills of the western border, the wind let out a low, icy whistle, rustling through the sharp pine trees.Sitting on a high stone ridge overlooking the valley was Lady Aurora’s isolated stone manor. Heavy iron gates guarded the entrance, and tall stone walls surrounded the silent building. Torchlight flickered weakly from the high windows, casting long, eerie shadows across the muddy yard.In the dark shadows of the surrounding forest, King Kael sat atop his massive black warhorse. Behind him, fifty elite royal riders stood silently in the brush. Their horses wore leather wraps around their hooves to muffle the sound of their steps against the frozen earth. No horns were blown. No battle cries were shouted. Kael had given a strict order: this was not a war. It was a swift, silent strike to arrest the traitors and protect his family.Kael raised his broad hand, his golden w

The air outside the royal palace grew steadily colder as November turned toward December. High up in the northern sky, heavy grey clouds gathered over the sharp mountain peaks, promising the first true winter storm of the year.Inside the palace, however, the thick stone walls kept out the freezing wind, filling the private royal chambers with a steady, comforting warmth. A bright fire crackled in the tall stone hearth, dancing over the dark wood floors and casting a soft, golden glow across the room.Luna Seraphina sat comfortably in a plush velvet armchair near the window. She wore a thick, soft cream-colored sweater over a long woolen skirt, her hands wrapped gently around a warm ceramic mug of sweet apple cider. Her baby bump was large and fully rounded, a visible sign of the new life growing steadily beneath her heart.Seraphina turned her dark eyes toward the tall glass window. As she watched, a tiny, delicate white flake drifted down from the grey sky, landing softly against th

The heavy winter snows finally melted away from the high mountain slopes, giving way to the soft, warm breeze of early spring. Clear, fresh water bubbled merrily down the mountain streams, and tiny green shoots pushed their way up through the dark, rich soil. Down in the valley, the wild peach trees burst into soft pink blossoms, filling the clean air with a sweet, delicate scent.Inside the royal palace, the atmosphere was light, bright, and full of joyful energy. Three months had passed since the birth of Princess Aria, and the little girl was thriving in the warmth of her home. Her dark hair had grown thicker, her skin carried a healthy, rosy glow, and her bright, curious eyes followed every movement around her room.Luna Seraphina sat on a soft stool in her private dressing room, her dark hair woven into a high, elegant braid decorated with tiny silver leaves. She wore a stunning gown of deep forest green velvet, embroidered with delicate golden threads along the collar and sleeve