บททั้งหมดของ kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

​AMARA’S POV​The gates of the Everhart Estate appeared through the mist just before sunset. I stared at them through the carriage window. For years, those iron gates had represented home. Now they looked like prison bars.​The carriage stopped with a heavy jolt. Serena immediately stepped down and offered me her hand. I stared at it, cold and unmoving.​She kept smiling, a nervous, desperate expression. "Come on, Amara."​I accepted it. Not because I trusted her, but because I wanted to see what they were hiding.​The moment my feet touched the gravel, several household servants rushed forward.​"Lady Amara!"​"Welcome home!"​"We're so happy you're back!"​I looked at their smiling faces. It was strange—too strange. Three weeks ago, these same people had whispered about me as a disgraced outcast. Now they were suddenly welcoming me with open arms.​Vivian stepped forward, sweeping her velvet cloak aside. "My dear."​She pulled me into a tight hug. I remained completely still, my arm

​AMARA’S POV​The heavy doors clicked shut, locking us inside. Tanya, myself, and six armed guards standing along the perimeter.​She gestured toward my chest. "The letter. And the pendant. Give them to me."​"No."​"Give them to me, Amara!"​"No!"​She sighed, a sound of profound annoyance. "You really are as stubborn as your father was."​"I learned from the best."​She offered a faint, bitter smile. "Perhaps." Then her eyes shifted toward the empty iron safe in the wall. "Do you know why he built that mechanism?"​"To keep people like you out."​"He wasn't protecting you from the kingdom, Amara," Tanya said, her voice dropping into a eerie whisper. "He was protecting the kingdom from you."​My heart stopped. "What?"​"Your bloodline isn't just ancient," Tanya said, taking another slow step toward me. "It's dangerous. Destructive."​"I don't have powers,"

​AMARA’S POV​"Your mother is coming back."​Tanya's words echoed through my mind, ringing hollowly against the cold stone walls of the underground chamber. I could barely breathe. My chest felt squeezed tight in a sudden, suffocating panic.​My mother...​Alive. Somewhere beyond the jagged northern mountains. Waiting for me.​I wanted answers. I needed them so desperately my teeth ached from clenching my jaw. But before I could ask another question, a deafening roar vibrated from the heavy stone levels above us.​The subterranean chamber shook violently. Dust and fine gravel rained down from the ancient ceiling, coating my skin and hair.​Tanya whirled toward the entrance, her confidence instantly fracturing. "What now?"​Another heavy tremor rocked the foundation, rattling the iron sconces on the wall. Then footsteps thundered down the winding stone staircase—a dozen pairs of heavy, iron-shod boots moving with ruthless speed.​Tanya's expression changed, her pale face draining of wh

​AMARA'S POV​"She intended for the world to kneel before you."​Lucian's words echoed through my mind. I stared at him, convinced I had misheard.​"That's impossible."​His expression remained entirely calm. "Why?"​"Because I'm nobody."​The words left my mouth before I could stop them. For eighteen years, that was all anyone had ever taught me: Vivian, Serena, the nobles, the servants, Kael... even myself. Nobody. The wolfless girl. The unwanted daughter. The rejected mate.​Lucian stepped closer. "Who told you that?"​I hesitated. "Everyone."​"Then everyone was wrong." He reached toward the glowing mark on my chest, stopping just short of touching it. "Your mother was the last Queen of the Forgotten Kingdom."​My heart pounded against my ribs. "And I..."​"You are her only daughter."​I shook my head, taking a step back. "No."​"Yes."​"I don't have a wolf," I insisted.​Lucian's eyes sharpened. "You don't have an ordinary wolf."​"What does that mean?"​"Your wolf hasn't awakene

​AMARA'S POV​I stood before the enormous silver doors of the royal chamber, staring at the high throne that had belonged to my mother's family for generations. It was stunning—and utterly intimidating.​The vast hall was filled with hundreds of watchful eyes: nobles, hardened warriors, high advisers, and ancient elders. Every single one of them had dropped to their knees the moment I stepped inside.​I hated every second of it.​"Stop looking at me like that," I muttered under my breath.​Lucian, standing stoically beside me, almost let a smile slip. "They are looking at their future queen."​"I am not becoming queen."​A low, frantic murmur swept through the assembled chamber.​My mother stepped forward from the shadows of the dais, her movement fluid and regal. "You don't have to decide today, my child."​I looked up at her. "Good."​"I want you to learn the truth first," she said