All Chapters of Winning Back My Lost Luna!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eirlys POV:The blue ribbon stayed in my apron pocket all morning. I told myself I should throw it away. I didn't. Every time my fingers brushed against the worn fabric, I remembered tying it around Kael's wrist years ago."There. Now you'll always find your way home," I had said with a laugh.How foolish I'd been. Or perhaps... Not foolish enough."Mama?"Auren tugged lightly on my sleeve. "You've been staring at the carrots for a really long time now."I blinked. Sure enough, I'd peeled the same carrot into something so thin it was almost transparent."I have," I admitted with a sigh."You made it skinny," he pointed out."I certainly did."He giggled. "I think it looks funny. Like a really long worm or something.""I think I wasn't paying attention at all."He climbed onto the little stool beside the table and rested his chin in his hands. "You've been doing that a lot lately.""Doing what?" I asked."Thinking," he said simply. "You get this faraway look in your eyes."I smiled fai

Eirlys POV:The morning market was louder than usual. Merchants had arrived from neighboring villages before sunrise, filling the square with colorful fabrics, fresh fruit, spices, and enough noise to wake the Moon Goddess herself.Auren's eyes sparkled as he walked beside me, bouncing with excitement. "Mama!""Hm?""They have honey cakes over there." "I can see that.""And apple tarts. They look really good.""I see those too.""And candied nuts. And those sticky buns!"I laughed softly. "You've somehow managed to notice every sweet in the market. Your eyes are like a hawk for anything sugary.""They noticed me first," he said with a big grin."I'm sure they did. You have a good nose for sweets."He slipped his tiny hand into mine as we wandered between the stalls. Life almost felt...Normal for the first time in weeks. Peaceful even."Eirlys."I turned.A broad-shouldered man I'd never seen before leaned lazily against a merchant's wagon. He was dressed like a warrior from one of th

Kaelor POV: She was touching me.Her fingers were careful and professional. Steady like a healer's hands should be.Yet every brush of her fingertips across my shoulder felt more dangerous than any battlefield I'd ever crossed. The lightest graze sent heat racing through my veins. My body reacted to her nearness in ways I couldn't control."Hold still." She scolded softly.I swallowed hard, trying to keep my breathing even. "I am.""No, you're flinching every time I press here.""...I forgot you notice everything.""I always noticed you," she said quietly.The words slipped out before either of us could stop them. Silence settled between us, thick and charged. She dipped the cloth into the warm bowl again and gently wiped away another streak of dried blood. The sting barely registered. I was too busy watching the tiny line that appeared between her brows whenever she concentrated.She used to make that exact face while grinding herbs, reading late into the night, or pretending she w

Kaelor POV: I woke up before the sun even thought about rising. Years of training with the Legion had drilled that into me so deep that it was impossible to sleep late now, even after a night as intense as the one before. The whole village still lay quiet and dark around me, and the air felt cool and damp from the morning mist that hung heavy over everything.Mist rolled lazily across the open fields, wrapping around the cottages and softening all their sharp edges until the buildings looked like pale ghosts just waiting for the daylight to bring them back to life.Without even thinking about it, my hand reached out automatically for the sword that I always kept right beside the bed. Old habits like that never really died.The room the village council had given me was tiny, barely bigger than a storage shed. There was just a narrow bed that creaked whenever I moved, a simple wooden table, and one old chair that leaned a little to the left no matter how I tried to straighten it. It wa

Eirlys POV: By noon, the village had almost convinced itself that yesterday's chaos hadn't happened. Almost.Children were running through the square again, their laughter bouncing off the walls like it always did. The baker had reopened his little shop, even though one window was still boarded up with rough wooden planks. The blacksmith's hammer rang out steady and strong, filling the air with that familiar clang that said life was moving forward. Fear had a way of gripping tight, but people here were stubborn. They always found a way to keep going.I balanced a heavy basket of dried herbs on my hip as I walked toward the healing cottage. There were still burns that needed fresh dressings, cuts to clean properly, and plenty of scared hearts that needed softer care than any herb in my garden could give."Mama!" Auren came racing toward me, Wolfie the stuffed toy tucked tight under one arm. His little legs pumped so fast he looked like he might trip any second.He skidded to a stop r