All Chapters of The Rejected Luna’s Hidden Legacy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

POV: Felicia"You are not supposed to finish it."I spun around. Seren stood at the mouth of the vault, but she wasn't looking at me … she was looking at the records spread across the floor."You knew?""No. I said that because every Chosen before you tried." She looked at the pages. "They all thought failure was the same thing as unfinished."That stayed with me after she left. I'd spent my whole life believing unfinished things proved I wasn't enough. Standing there surrounded by women who'd left their work incomplete … some on purpose, some because they'd finally learned how … I locked the door and began reading.• • •I wanted the women, not the legends. The first Chosen Queen's record ran barely twelve pages, handwriting uneven, most of it spent building roads between territories that had refused to trade. Her last line: I could not finish the eastern road. The winter came early. Someone else will.Not I failed. Not I wasn't enough. Someone else will.• • •The second queen f

POV: FeliciaCassian had already read it by the time I reached the study, and his face was colder than I'd seen it in months."You should deny it.""That was fast.""He's asking to see Lucien's children.""His grandchildren.""Don't make the distinction sound kinder than it is."Rain ticked against the windows while I let that sit. He tapped the petition. "Aldric spent years believing his bloodline entitled him to everything … the throne, the pack, Lucien's obedience, your silence.""He's asking for one supervised meeting.""And after that?""Nothing."Cassian laughed, no humor in it at all. "Men like Aldric don't ask for nothing." I'd already thought the same thing myself. Then his finger stopped on the seal … official tribunal wax, but underneath it, almost invisible, a second mark.Blackthorn. An old one."Where did this come from?""Official channels.""No." He traced it. "This isn't the current seal." The same symbol from Lucien's father's private archive. The same one from the a

POV: Felicia"No."The council went silent. I looked at Taren. "Excuse me?""You're not allowed to fix this."Lucien, three seats down, looked suspiciously amused."I'm the presiding authority.""Exactly." Taren gestured at the room. "This council has handled three disputes this month without you.""This one's more complicated.""They're all complicated when you're standing in the middle of them."Someone coughed to cover a laugh. "You're becoming very brave.""Four years of practice."That earned actual laughter. I sat down. "Fine." The council kept going … argued, compromised, voted, made a mistake and caught it themselves … and solved it. Not perfectly. Not quickly. But without me.I watched, and understood something for the first time: I was no longer the thing holding it all together.• • •Four years had reshaped everything, quietly. Meetings no longer collapsed the moment I disagreed. Restoration teams now worked across seventeen communities … ordinary people, not legends, wi

POV: FeliciaKnock.The war room went dead silent. I felt it before I heard it … the floor under my boots, a vibration too even to be natural, too patient to be an accident.Knock.Lucien's hand found the hilt at his side. I didn't tell him to stand down. I wanted him ready.Knock.Evara, the oldest of our three guests, murmured something low in the old dialect, and our archivist's face went the color of parchment."He says…" He stopped himself, swallowed. "He says there's someone beneath us.""There is no one beneath us." My voice came out flatter than I meant it to. "That level was sealed before I was born."Evara looked at me the way you look at a child who hasn't learned yet that fire burns. "There was. Four hundred years ago."Four hundred years. The number sat wrong in my chest, heavy and cold.The guards moved toward the cracked seal in the floor before I gave the order. Lucien got there first, a hand up, sharp. "No one touches it."Taren was already herding people back. Corin

POV: Felicia"You're not allowed to take it with you."I looked up from the vault record. Seren stood in the doorway, arms crossed like she'd already rehearsed this."I wasn't planning to take anything."She pointed at the book in my hands. "Not the book. The responsibility."I stared at her. She'd gotten far too good at saying the exact thing I didn't want to hear."I'm still the Chosen Queen.""Yes.""So responsibility is rather difficult to avoid.""That's not what I mean." She touched the open page. "You keep writing like someone needs to inherit your fear."That stopped me cold, because she was right.•The vault felt different now. Not the stone … me. The records no longer read like instructions I had to obey. They read like letters from women who'd been trying to understand the same impossible thing I was.The first Queen. The one who built the eastern road and never finished it. The one who held power too long. The one who admitted, in cramped handwriting near the margin, that