The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
He took the weight of my robe without flinching, guiding me the last few steps.
The press of his palm against mine steadied the quiver in my bones.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, my queen," he whispered.
I tilted my head, lips curving despite the storm around us. "You're not so bad yourself, my king," I teased back.
The herald's voice rang out, interrupting the moment. "By decree of the Lycan Council and the will of the united realms, we gather to witness the coronation of Narine, Luna of the Khragnir Court, sovereign queen and guardian of the pact." A low murmur rippled through the assembly, then silence fell again.
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