The Rejected Luna’s Hidden Legacy
No way in that hadn’t been sealed and guarded by our own hand-picked men.
A black moon symbol had burned itself into the stone floor beneath her body, edges still smoking faintly when the guards found her … a signature no one in that room had seen in twenty years.
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She’d lived long enough to say one thing before the poison finished its work, a guard told us, voice unsteady, hands still trembling around the report he clutched.
The Queen carries… the Eclipse…
Half the room looked at me, faces pale, uncertain whether to look away or keep staring. The other half looked at each other, unsure whether she’d meant me at all, or something older, something none of us had named yet.