All Chapters of MOONVEIL ACADEMY, HEIRESS OF THE FORGOTTEN SOULS KINGDOM: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zaria’s PovMy father walked in when we all sat to eat at the dining table. He kissed my forehead and took the seat at the head of the table.The council is investigating, but we all know who that is…then he noticed Valerian at the table. Why are you here?Zaria is my mate; I needed to see her… It's hard to stay away… stammered under the glance of my father’s eyes.Anyway, the trials have been moved to an unknown location, and not even Cardona will know. That is the good news; the bad news is we have to delay your welcome home, princess. The kingdom was looking forward to your arrival.Dad, tomorrow we have to attend the meeting with the Elf Lord, I said as Gan reached for my hand. I looked at him for a few seconds.That’s ridiculous. I will not wed a girl fae that I don’t even care for…and you will not have to accept Fergus.Agreed. Then let’s pretend we negotiate and feel our way; I think we could learn something from that meeting.The dinner moved on, and I took Gan’s hand, walking

Zaria’s POVValerian walked into the bedroom, and his eyes started to glow as he saw me. On second thought, I won’t introduce you to my family and friends. I might have to gouge their eyes out. The evening gown he picked for me was soft silk, low, dangerous back, elegant. The necklace he fastened around my neck is probably going to give me scoliosis. The gems were unreal, large and sparkling.Tell me, what is bothering my beautiful mate? His lips kissing the back of my neck.I hesitated. Valerian, I promised always to be honest with you. I hate this necklace, I blurted. The maids froze on the spot. I’m sorry…I appreciate it, but it is heavy and not me…He chuckled and took it off. Then pulled something from his pocket. A golden necklace with a small charm, a dragon with a small yellow diamond eye. I figured that much; hope you’ll accept this…my lips crashed onto his.It's perfect, just like your eyes when you look at me…We better go, or I will never leave the bedroom. What we did in

Zaria’s POV"Dad, wait! I need a moment." He was about to open the fabric of the realm to our kingdom, and I had waited for this moment for so long.I was scared of what would come next. I had just finished the academy, and my mates and my father were there to witness it. Rune came back, and sadness hung over him. The rejection affected him badly. I questioned myself for every decision I had made so far."Zaria, what is bothering you?" my father asked. I turned to him, and he took me into his arms. "This is the one place you’re safe." I didn’t have a chance to tell him of my theory; Malacar was the only one who knew. The game barely started, and if I didn’t keep up, I would lose everything."Just emotional, that’s all, go on." He opened the realm, and we all stepped in. The pathway was lit with skulls, candles, and torches. Eternal darkness, since my mother died. I looked around to see demons without a host, horned demons, strigoi, and beasts bowing. My mother’s hound came to my side;

Zaria’s POVGan’s heavy arm was hugging my middle, and Malacar's body was behind me. Their weight pressed against me, warm and grounding. I was sore everywhere, but the ache made me smile a little—the kind of soreness that reminded me I was safe, alive, and not alone. For a few lazy moments, I savored the comfort of their closeness, the steady rhythm of their breathing. I let myself remember the night before and felt a flush of contentment. Just for now, I belonged here, tangled with them, where I didn’t have to be queen or strong. Noises outside woke me, pulling me from the gentle hush of morning with my mates.Rutz walked inside, pretending not to see three naked bodies entangled. "Your Majesty," he paused and bowed, "may the dark gods protect you. The star is back, and the kingdom is celebrating."I sat up. Gan's arm pulled me back. "Zaria, rest a little more…" Then he realized Rutz was standing there. "Do you mind?"My hand touched his chest. Then I looked at Rutz as my hand reach

Zaria’s POVI took a deep breath and followed my father into the narrow opening between the rocks, high on the mountain peak. The icy mountain wind brushed over my skin, carrying the scent of moss and damp earth. As we squeezed through, loose pebbles shifted under our boots, crunching softly in the darkness. He lit the torch, and a wavering golden glow crawled over the stone walls, revealing ancient carvings half-hidden by cobwebs. The torch hissed, burning pitch and smoke that mingled with the chill. In the center, the obsidian casket gleamed as it did in my dream, its polished surface reflecting flickers of firelight. A chill ran down my spine. The air felt heavy and close as he lifted the lid.I took a step and looked—my mother, the brave warrior, Alexandra. So beautiful, pale; her crown looked like the one my father placed on my head. Her dress was black and red velvet.I touched her hand. Cold. She looked like she was sleeping. "Mom," I said, tears already spilling on my cheeks.