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Either way, they pretended like everything was okay. However, when her tea cup was already half-full, Lady Athena broke the silence. “Actually… I came here to ask if the news I received was indeed correct.” With a weak smile, she asked, “Is it true that three days from now, you will be crowned empress instead of Lady Serena?” It was only that time did Emery get to recall what Emperor Claus just told her that afternoon. As far as she remembered, he told her about fighting against his court to make her his wife.

She looked toward Nova, Kieran, and Lysandra. "...redemption begins when the lies end." Cassian lowered his head. "Then I will spend the rest of my life telling the truth." Nova walked to the center of the chamber. The moonlight crown rested in her hands. She turned toward Kieran. "I think this belongs to your family." Kieran looked at the crown before gently shaking his head. "No." "It's yours." She frowned. "I never wanted to rule." "And that's exactly why you should safeguard it." Lysandra smiled in agreement.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of violet and gold, when the sound of heavy hooves thundered against the courtyard stones. Evelyne was in her study, surrounded by ledgers. In her previous life, she had ignored the family’s waning finances until it was too late, allowing Alaric to "rescue" her father from debt, a move that had essentially sold her to the crown. This time, she was tracing the leaks herself. She was so absorbed in a suspicious trail of "charity donations" signed by Seraphina’s father that she didn’t hear the door open.

Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty. I slowly walked up the stone platform, not even sparing Alexander a glance as I stopped. His expression was tight. "What are you doing, Ivy?" I looked up, my voice ringing clear across the entire square as I said, "I refuse to recognize Lucas Gowling as the successor of the Graystone pack."

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable:

“So... what then did you want to discuss?” I inquired, attempting to control my voice. Rowan stood up and walked away with hands behind his back. You shall be crowned queen in less than forty-eight hours, I told you. I blinked. "Less than... two days?" My stomach sank. "That soon? I... I haven't even... I do not know anything about the court. How am I supposed to—" He held up a hand. "I know. You'll learn. However, before you get carried away by robes, ceremonies, and admiration, you must realize that the crown does not come that easily. It comes with danger."

His hair fell off his shoulder, more dry than before. "Watch for the crows that gather at dusk. Do no give it a second thought on the whispers you might hear in the trees, do not step outside. And if you see a mark burned upon your door..." He stopped, the words seemed like impending doom, like a prophecy of sorts. My voice was barely breath. "What then?" His eyes met mine, fire and sorrow entwined. "Then it will already be too late." The words fell into me like stones in water, rippling outward. The clinic no longer felt like the safe haven I had built with my hands; it felt like a fragile lantern set against a vast storm.

we corrected. "That seems—" "Impossible?" we offered. "I was going to say perfect." We smiled. Because she was right. After everything—the deaths, the cosmic trials, the mergers and separations, the battle against parasitic divinity—we had earned this. The chance to exist freely. To choose each other every day instead of being bound by cosmic mandate. To build something beautiful from chaos. "The Broken Crown returns," Queen Elara said, approaching with tears on her face. "But different now. Separate. Is the bond—"

Morning light filtered through the curtains of Isabelle’s chambers at Cresthaven Palace, illuminating the small desk where she sat motionless, quill suspended above parchment. A letter to Amelia lay half-written before her, the ink long dried. How did one tell a dear friend that the crown prince had requested assistance in courting her? More importantly, how did one write such a letter with a heart splintered into fragments?