All Chapters of kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

​AMARA'S POV​The underground chamber fell into an absolute, breathless silence. The only sound was the frantic, uneven rhythm of my own breathing echoing off the ancient stone walls. My trembling fingers tightened around the edges of the aged parchment, the heavy paper crinkling under my grip as my eyes blurred with a fresh wave of tears.​I forced myself to read the opening line again, the ink sharp and precise against the yellowed page.​My dearest daughter,​If you are reading these words, then the High Alpha has already made the greatest mistake of his life, and the Twelve Kingdoms have proven themselves blind to the true light.​A single, hot tear escaped my lashes, falling directly onto the parchment and darkening the margin. I didn't wipe it away. Beside me, the elderly priestess stood perfectly still, her hands folded inside her dark ceremonial sleeves. She didn't offer a word of hollow comfort or urge me to hurry. She simply allowed me to stand in the quiet shadow of the mur

​MARTHA'S POV​The cold, damp air of the underground storage vault clung to my skin as I knelt before the iron chest. Dust motes danced in the pale beam of light filtering through the floorboards above, but my whole world was narrowed down to the rusted lock sitting in the dark.​My trembling fingers hovered over the dark metal, hot tears welling in my eyes and blurring my vision. "My Alpha... I almost failed you," I whispered into the quiet, heavy darkness. "They struck her. They struck your precious girl, and I stood by and watched."​Reaching beneath the collar of my dress, my age-worn hands grasped the small silver key hanging from a leather cord around my neck. It felt cold against my skin, heavy with the weight of years of silence.​I lined the key up with the keyhole, every protective instinct screaming at me to open it, to hand Amara her father's final legacy, to tear down the arrogant pride of Lady Vivian and her cruel daughter once and for all.​“No matter what happens, Mart

​AMARA'S POV​The silence in the grand dining hall remained thick, suffocating, and absolute.​The royal messenger’s final words still hung heavy in the air, echoing off the high stone walls with the force of a ringing bell: “Do not let anyone convince you that you are unworthy of answering this summons.”​No one spoke. No one moved. Even the house servants standing along the perimeter seemed to stop breathing, their eyes wide with disbelief.​I slowly, deliberately folded the heavy parchment, tucking it safely into my palm. "Thank you for delivering the decree," I said, my voice quiet, polite, and unshakeable in the stillness.​The messenger offered me one last, deep bow of respect before turning on his heel. The massive oak doors closed behind him with a heavy, booming thud.​And then... the silence shattered.​​Serena let out a sudden, loud, shrill laugh that rang through the hall like breaking glass.​"Oh, this is utterly priceless!" she cried, throwing her head back as she clapp

​AMARA'S POV​For a long moment, I simply stared at the closed wooden door.​My mother's dress.​I had never seen it before. Not properly. Vivian had always kept my mother's personal belongings locked securely away in the cold storage vaults of the east wing, claiming they were far too delicate and valuable to be handled carelessly by a child. Whenever I had dared to ask about them as a young girl, Vivian would simply sip her tea and tell me that my mother, Lady Elena, had been a woman of notoriously poor taste and even poorer judgment.​I had never truly understood what she meant by those words.​Until now.​I turned the brass latch and opened the door. Martha stood in the dim hall, holding a large, dust-covered wooden chest pressed firmly against her apron. Her weathered face softened into a look of fierce tenderness the moment her eyes met mine.​"Come, child," she whispered, gesturing toward the shadows of the corridor. "I want to show you something that belongs to you."​I follow

​TANYA'S POV​The heavy, iron-reinforced doors of the palace closed with a deep, reverberating thud behind Amara.​I continued staring fixedly at the carved dark oak long after her form disappeared. For several agonizing seconds, I didn't move a single muscle, my spine rigid beneath the weight of my sweeping white velvet gown.​Behind me, the low, hushed chatter of the surrounding noblewomen began to swell once more, like a nest of disturbed hornets.​"Did you see that?"​"The Captain of the Royal Imperial Guard... he personally bowed and escorted her inside!"​"Why? Whatever for?"​"Perhaps... perhaps that golden invitation truly was deliberate after all."​"Impossible! Don't be ridiculous!"​"Why impossible?"​"Because she is—"​The woman abruptly bit her tongue, catching herself before the loud words could fully leave her mouth.​She didn't need to finish her sentence. I knew precisely what she wanted to say, because every single noble in the Twelve Kingdoms was thinking the exact