Becoming the Elf King's bride
The air rippled with a sound like distant thunder as their weapons fell to the marble floor, ringing hollowly before silence reclaimed the hall.
Seeing this, every living being in the room instantly dropped to their knees.
Prince Ron was now the Spirit of the Moon.
Ron blinked, bewildered by the sudden shift in the room. His eyes swept the kneeling crowd, and his expression creased with confusion, then faint annoyance. “Why are you all kneeling?” he asked, frowning. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Even you two?” He said, surprised as he hurried forward to his mum and the Queen Mother, gently helping them to their feet. “If anyone is to kneel before me, never you two.”
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