From Slave to Queen, Yet Never His Luna
In front of hundreds of eyes, Liam had truly wanted me dead.
I gave a bitter smile, my voice hoarse. “Thank you. And... thank you to Envoy Vetle for saving me.”
At that name, Ruby’s expression changed.
I hadn’t yet asked when the palace doors burst open and an Omega servant rushed in, panicked.
“It’s bad! The Pope is going to give Divine punishment to Envoy Vetle”
“What?!”
The bowl slipped from my hands.
Divine punishment.
The Pope’s harshest punishment—beaten with the silver staff, forced to kneel before the Moon Goddess for three days and nights, with no water and no food. Life or death left to the Goddess’s will.