บททั้งหมดของ kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

​AMARA’S POV​The palace foundation gave another violent, sickening shudder.​I lost my footing completely, my weak knees buckling under the weight of the endless, localized earthquakes. Before I could hit the cold stone floor, Lucian’s strong hands caught me by the shoulders.​"Amara!" he growled, steadying my weight.​"I'm fine!" I gasped, the lie slipping out on instinct. But before the words had even cleared my lips, another wave of exhaustion washed over me, and my legs caved entirely.​Lucian lowered me carefully to the floor, resting my back against the carved stone base of a grand pillar. I gritted my teeth in dark frustration. I hated this. I hated the phantom weakness in my muscles, the drained feeling in my core, and the utter helplessness of being anchored to the ground while the world tore itself apart outside.​Through the tall glass archways, the harrowing sounds of slaughter echoed into the hall. The sharp, rhythmic clashing of steel. The savage, guttural howls of moun

​AMARA'S POV​I woke to the smell of something burning.​I cracked one eye open, then the other, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. The sweeping arch, the soft silk curtains, the enormous down bed—none of it belonged to the cold tower I had known for eighteen years.​Then it hit me.​Mother. The Moon Kingdom. Lucian. Home.​The word felt strange on my tongue, almost dangerous to believe, but a slow smile spread across my face anyway. I actually had a home.​I pushed myself upright and stretched. My muscles still ached, but the suffocating weight of long-term exhaustion was finally lifting.​I slipped out of bed, padded toward the door, and opened it to a barrage of hushed arguing downstairs.​"Lucian, that is not how you chop a carrot."​"I am executing a precise diagonal cut."​"Then why are three of them on the floor?"​"They escaped."​I covered my mouth to muffle a snort.​Following the sound down the grand corridor, I paused at the kitchen archway. The scene inside was pure chaos.

​AMARA’S POV​The sound of genuine, unfiltered laughter drifted through the sunlit stone courtyard.​I stopped halfway down the sweeping grand staircase, my hand resting lightly against the smooth balustrade. For a moment, I simply stood there and listened.​It felt surreal.​For eighteen years, the Moon Kingdom had been described to me as a dark, reclusive realm hidden behind jagged mountains—a place shrouded in ancient magic, icy shadows, and dangerous secrets. Yet looking down right now, it sounded like the heart of a peaceful, thriving village.​Children sprinted across the cobblestones, their light footsteps echoing against the high archways. Two palace guards sat on a stone bench, aggressively arguing over a tabletop game of chance. Near the central fountain, a young servant sat in the sunlight, lazily playing a sweet, rhythmic tune on a wooden flute.​And Lucian...​Lucian, the formidable commander of the royal guard, was currently jogging in full armor, chasing a twelve-year-o

​AMARA’S POV​The silver flower was still resting on my bedside table.​I had been staring at it for several minutes.​Not because it was enchanted. It wasn't. There was no ancient spell cast over the metal, no hidden sigil etched beneath the petals, no mysterious power humming against my skin.​It was simply a small flower forged from silver.​And somehow, that simplicity made it mean more than anything else in the room.​I reached out, picked it up, and turned it slowly between my fingers. The silver caught the soft morning light, casting pale reflections against the wooden tabletop.​Adrian had given it to me yesterday for no reason other than thinking I needed something that wasn't tied to realm politics, trade agreements, or looming threats of war. I couldn't understand why such a small, quiet gesture had taken root so deeply in my mind.​Maybe it was because I wasn't used to receiving things without a hidden price tag attached.​In my past, every gift came with a condition. A fa

​KAEL'S POV​"Bring her to my study. Now."​Gideon stood on the opposite side of my heavy oak desk, his expression tight with uncertainty. "Are you absolutely certain, Alpha?"​"I have never been more certain of anything in my life," I growled, my voice laced with lethal authority.​"Tanya will not come quietly if she realizes what you are asking," Gideon warned softly. "She still holds significant influence among the pack elders."​I picked up the file containing the altered archive ledgers and slammed it down onto the desk. "I don't care if she comes willingly or in iron chains. Bring her here."​Gideon hesitated, his hand hovering over the hilt of his sidearm. "Do you want me to formally arrest her for treason?"​I stared at the black ink of the crescent mark drawn on the parchment before me. "No. Not yet. I want to look into her eyes and hear the lies come out of her mouth one last time."​Gideon gave a firm nod. "Understood."​He turned toward the heavy doors to execute the order