Seven Years LaterThe ocean had always sounded different at dawn.Felicia stood barefoot at the edge of the water, her dress brushing against her ankles as the first light stretched across the horizon.Behind her, the palace was still asleep.Mostly.She could already hear Orion somewhere in the gardens, arguing with someone who was probably Cael. Lyra had developed the irritating habit of waking before everyone else and then making it her personal responsibility to wake them too.Seren would still be reading.She always was.And Lucien—Felicia smiled.Lucien would pretend he was asleep for another ten minutes because, according to him, rulers needed to learn how to rest.She had never been very good at resting.Seven years had not changed that.They had changed everything else.The Moon Bond no longer belonged to one throne, one priesthood, or one bloodline.The Confederation had become what they had hoped it could be: imperfect, argumentative, occasionally frustrating, and alive.C
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