STOLEN BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
Magical fireworks burst like stars above us.
Zordon turned to me with a look I'd never forget.
Not pride. Not relief.
Just love.
"My Queen," he said, reverent.
"My King," I replied, just as soft.
Luna Evelyn stepped forward as the applause faded, her silver hair braided with blue ribbon, her gown embroidered with the phases of the moon. The old matriarch had once been feared, then forgotten, and now stood reborn like us all.
She bowed her head slightly, then smiled. "You wear that crown well, Daisy. And you," she added, turning to Zordon, "look more like your father every day. But your heart? That's all your own."
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