บททั้งหมดของ kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

​AMARA’S POV​The private solar was stiflingly quiet.​Queen Celeste sat across from me at a small marble table near the bay windows. Elena was nowhere to be seen, confirming my suspicion that this meeting was meant to be executed without witnesses or interruptions.​Celeste silently poured pale lavender tea into my cup. "You have changed significantly from the initial reports I received."​"I've had to," I replied, taking the offered saucer.​"Adrian seems exceptionally fond of you."​I didn't jump at the bait. "He is very kind to me."​"That isn't what I said."​I offered a faint smile. "I know."​She set her teapot down, her gray eyes locking onto mine like steel traps. "Do you care for my son, Amara?"​My fingers tightened around the delicate ceramic. There it was. The real question driving all of this.​"I care about him," I said carefully.​"How much?"​I met her stern gaze without flinching. "Enough to respect him."​Celeste's expression hardened slightly. "Respect is not love.

​ADRIAN’S POV​We sat together in the shade until the harsh afternoon sun began to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and violet.​Suddenly, I stood up, dusting the grass from my trousers. "Come on."​Amara looked up at me, squinting against the light. "Where?"​"I want to show you something."​She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Should I be deeply concerned?"​"Most likely."​She immediately folded her arms. "Then I am remaining right here on this grass."​I laughed, offering my hand down to her. "I'm joking. Come on, Princess."​"You are terrible."​"So you keep telling me."​She stared at my extended hand. Then at my face. She hesitated for half a beat before placing her palm in mine. I wrapped my fingers around hers to help her up, but the moment she was steady on her feet, I relaxed my grip—not squeezing too tightly, not pulling her closer than she wanted to be. I simply turned and began walking alongside her.​And somehow, that quiet, respectful restrain

​AMARA’S POV​I stared at Elena.​Beside us, Queen Celeste didn't speak. She didn't stop her daughter, nor did she attempt to defend me. She simply sat back in her chair and watched the execution unfold.​So I answered for myself.​"No," I said quietly.​Elena's spiteful smile bloomed wider. "Finally. You admit it."​"No," I repeated, taking a firm step toward her. "I don't think a prince should stand beside me because I am beautiful enough by your standards, or because I fit your narrow idea of nobility."​Her smile faltered, her brows knotting together.​"I think he should stand beside me because he chooses to," I told her, my voice ringing clear through the room. "And if he ever decides he doesn't want me beside him?"​I gave a casual, effortless shrug. "Then I will simply turn around and walk away."​Elena scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "You'd really just let him go that easily?"​"I would rather lose a man than lose myself," I replied without a single second o

​TANYA’S POV​The following morning, I stood by the tall arched window of my private chambers, my arms folded tightly across my chest as I watched the courtyard below.​A frantic messenger burst into the room without knocking. "Your Highness!"​I spun around, my silk skirts rustling against the floor, my eyes flaring with instant annoyance. "What is the meaning of this intrusion?"​"The High Alpha's personal guards... they've begun asking covert questions across the lower barracks," the messenger panted, trying to catch his breath.​My entire posture went rigid. "Questions about what?"​"Old Everhart family records, My Lady."​My fingers tightened around the heavy velvet curtain until my knuckles turned stark white. "What specific records?"​"We... we don't know yet, Your Highness. Gideon has locked down the central archives entirely."​I stared at the messenger, my heart pounding a panicked rhythm against my ribs. "Find out immediately."​"Yes, Your Highness!" He bowed hurriedly and

​AMARA’S POV​I knew something was inherently wrong the moment I stepped into the royal dining hall.​The air felt too heavy, thick with the sharp scent of perfume and calculated ambition. Everyone was dressed in stiff, formal attire, and the long mahogany table was set with pristine silverware that looked untouched.​Queen Celeste sat at the head of the table, her posture rigid and royal. Elena sat to her right, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.​And across from them sat a woman I had never seen before.​She was striking—effortlessly polished, with dark hair styled into intricate coils and an expensive emerald gown that clung to her frame. The diamond necklace at her collarbone likely cost more than an entire village's annual trade.​The instant I crossed the threshold, her cold, calculating eyes swept over me. She didn't miss a detail—from my simple dress down to my posture—before turning her gaze toward Celeste.​Celeste offered a thin, polite smile. "Amara. Come in."​I approached t