All Chapters of kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

​TANYA'S POV​The morning sun filtered through the high stained-glass arches of the council chambers, casting vibrant patterns of ruby and sapphire across the polished mahogany table.​"Your compassion is truly a beacon for this entire realm, Lady Tanya," the Elder of the Social Council murmured, bowing his head in deep appreciation. "To organize an Imperial Charity Gala so quickly, with all proceeds dedicated to rebuilding the northern border villages... it is a magnificent gesture."​I offered the council members a soft, humble smile, my hands resting gracefully in my lap. "The families of our brave warriors have suffered terribly, Elders. While our High Alpha fights to secure our borders, the very least we can do is ensure his people are cared for upon his return."​"An exemplary attitude," another councilman agreed warmly. "The invitations shall be dispatched immediately under the royal seal. Every noble house in the Twelve Kingdoms will be expected to attend."​They continued to

​AMARA'S POV​The morning of the Imperial Charity Gala arrived not with a storm, but with a quiet, blinding brilliance. Sunlight streamed through my bedroom windows, painting the floorboards in stark gold. Instead of the suffocating anxiety that had paralyzed me for weeks, a profound, eerie calm settled over my chest.​It wasn’t the rush of sudden confidence. It was the absolute peace of acceptance.​I had accepted one fundamental truth: I could not control the venom that dripped from the tongues of the court. I could not control Kael’s rejection, Vivian’s malice, or the whispers of the empire. I could only control how I chose to stand beneath the weight of them.​Standing before the full-length mirror, I smoothed down the front of my gown. It was a simple, unadorned emerald silk that hugged the heavy curve of my hips and waist without apology. Over my shoulders, Martha carefully draped my mother’s silver cloak, pinning it at my collarbone with the wild rose and thorn crest. The heavy

​AMARA'S POV​The sweeping cadence of a slow, elegant imperial waltz drifted through the towering glass doors of the grand ballroom.​In the center of the hall, the Master of Ceremonies stepped forward, his voice projecting across the polished marble floorboards. "The first dance of the evening will begin shortly. Lords and ladies, please select your partners."​A sudden wave of nervous, excited energy swept through the crowd. Every eligible noblewoman immediately smoothed down her silk skirts, her eyes darting toward the young, high-ranking Alphas who were beginning to adjust their formal jackets. In the high court of the Twelve Kingdoms, this opening dance was never mere entertainment. It was a calculated battlefield where political alliances were forged, territories were bartered, and the hierarchy of the coming year was established.​I stood near the refreshment tables, keeping my back to the main floor as I watched a servant rearrange a display of crystal glassware. Even here, th

​KAEL'S POV​The palace servants worked with frantic, silent efficiency, clearing the charred wood and sweeping the ash from the marble floorboards until the ballroom bore almost no trace of the sudden fire. Yet, while the physical remnants were gone, the incident had become the singular, burning topic of conversation throughout the grand hall.​Everywhere I walked, the whispers filtered through the crowd, repeating the same heavy conclusions.​"The High Alpha didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second," a provincial lord murmured to his companions, bowing respectfully as I passed.​"Lady Tanya is clearly the future High Luna," a countess agreed, her eyes following the elegant sway of Tanya's pristine white and gold gown. "They are the perfect match. A true king protecting his true queen."​I did not respond. I kept my features set in an unreadable mask of absolute authority. As far as I was concerned, I had simply fulfilled my duty as the sovereign. A leader protected those who

​AMARA'S POV​The words hung in the damp air of the underground vault, echoing off the ancient stone blocks until my ears rang with the impossible weight of them.p​“She was the last Supreme Luna... and you have her exact eyes.”​I froze, the breath trapped tight in my lungs. Slowly, as if moving through deep water, I turned my gaze back toward the towering mural.​Now that the initial shock had passed, the terrifying details began to bleed through the centuries of dust. The silver-haired woman carved into the living rock possessed the same thick, cascading waves of hair that fell past her shoulders. Her face bore the same soft, rounded jawline and high cheekbones that I saw in my own mirror every morning. And her eyes—even rendered in fading violet pigment and shimmering silver leaf—carried the exact, distinctive hue that had marked me as an anomaly since birth.​Only one glaring difference existed between the woman on the wall and the rejected girl standing before it.​The woman in