All Chapters of The Rejected Luna’s Hidden Legacy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

POV: FeliciaThe scream that woke me wasn't a child's.I threw open my chamber door into a corridor full of snow … falling upward, toward the ceiling, defying everything snow was supposed to do. Lucien appeared at the far end, sword already drawn."Please tell me your children aren't doing this."Another scream, from the nursery. I ran.The door had frozen solid. Lucien grabbed the handle and hissed, cold burning straight through his palm. I pressed my marked wrist against the wood instead. The star beneath my skin caught fire, and the door opened onto a room where everything was floating … blankets, toys, books, even the falling snow itself, all of it hanging suspended in midair.Orion stood in the center holding a wooden toy aloft without touching it. Lyra sat calm on the floor while snow drifted around her like she'd ordered it there. Cael had both palms flat against the ground, and Seren sat beside a pile of parchment, watching me arrive with an expression too old for her face.Sh

POV: Felicia"Chosen Queen."The priest's voice cut clean through the celebration. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking up."That isn't supposed to be there."My stomach dropped before I even followed his eyes. The five points of the constellation still burned over the ceremonial grounds, but there were lights between them now … dozens, then hundreds, all of them moving.• • •Around us the restoration kept unfolding in ordinary human ways. People crying. People laughing. People standing frozen, holding a sensation their ancestors had only ever passed down as story. Revka leaned on Daran, who was working very hard to look unaffected and failing completely.Lucien came to stand beside me. He didn't offer congratulations."You're staring at the sky.""So is everyone.""No. Everyone's staring at what happened. You're staring at what happens next."Then the priest reached us, and the moment cracked open."Can somebody please tell me what's happening before everyone decides it's my fa

POV: Felicia"If I write the truth about myself, will you still let our children read it?"Lucien was still holding the pen, not looking at me."That depends on what you write.""Then perhaps I should tell you before I write it."Something in his voice made me go still. Not a small confession. Something he'd been carrying since before the trial, since before any of this.• • •He told me he'd known more about his father's manipulation than he'd ever admitted … not everything, but enough to suspect the ground under both of us was rotten. And he'd gone through with the rejection anyway. Not to hurt me. Because he was afraid of losing Blackthorn, afraid of defying the elders before he had power enough to survive it.I was furious. Not because it changed what happened. Because it meant some of what I'd suffered might have been prevented, and he'd let it happen rather than risk himself.He wrote it anyway … two sentences in the archive, admitting he'd chosen fear over courage once, that

POV: Felicia"Chosen Queen! Wake up. We've lost one of the children."I was out of bed before I'd finished hearing it. I didn't ask which one."Seren," the guard said, and my mark caught fire, and somewhere far beneath the palace, something answered.No broken window. No blood. No sign of anyone getting in or out. The nursery had been locked, the children sleeping, and somehow Seren had simply walked through all of it.I wasn't queenly about it. I snapped at the guards, threatened careers, turned on Lucien when he reached for me."Don't tell me to calm down.""I wasn't going to.""You were about to.""I was about to tell you you're shaking.""I'm aware."He took my hand instead of arguing, and that was when I noticed my wolf wasn't searching outward at all.It was searching down.• • •Guards spread through the corridors while Orion cried and Lyra's frost bloomed across the nursery glass and Cael's gift doubled it, the room turning dangerously cold within minutes. Servants hustled t