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“Five day, Princess. It has been no trouble. The elders understood the important for you to rest and hence the wedding was pushed till you were strong enough. It's happening tonight.” Wedding? My brows creased. “What wedding again? I thought the custom was all there is.” “Not quite, princess Sera. After the bride survives the test, a wedding date is set and she is to formally wed the king and be crowned Luna of the kingdom.” The maid answered. I bit my lower lips, parted the flaps of my sleeping gown for her to change the bandages and stretched my hands to the other maids who began to wipe me down.

The way she said it made everyone look tense. My breath caught. Morgan’s hand stilled. This time, Selene didn't look at her book, she stared straight at us, me and Morgan. “As you know, the Luna Games are one of the oldest traditions of mating ceremonies. They cannot be omitted. Not in the case of the Alpha King.” The Sage nodded once, approving. Elder Thorne leaned back in his chair, arms folded, as if satisfied we had finally come to the real matter.

The crowd parted before us as we walked, whispers and nods of approval surrounding us, but I kept my gaze forward, my hand resting on Harvey’s arm. Together, we reached the dais at the end of the hall, where two thrones awaited—massive and adorned with gold and obsidian, symbols of authority and mortality in equal measure. The officiant, an elderly figure draped in ceremonial robes, approached us, carrying a silver dagger inlaid with precious stones. His voice was deep, almost echoing in the vast hall as he spoke the ancient words of the ritual. “The blood of kings and queens runs through your veins. The strength of our forefathers and the loyalty of our allies will be bound to you from this

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Romeo asked, and Corey blurted “I was born ready…” Oh Goddess, Corey will always be Corey, no matter the position he takes. We all laughed, and I went to an adjoining room in the office, pulling out the ceremonial chalice. I placed it on the table and Romeo performed a blood ceremony, appointing our new Betas and Gammas. As soon as we finished the ceremony, Corey blurted out “So Stella, when are we planning your Luna Ceremony?” A cold shiver ran down my spine, Romeo looked at me and I shook my head.

she gestures around "…all of this was built on my blood and sweat, and I won't let you throw it away just like that." "Right, it sure was built on enough blood," I remark and stand up "Fine, I see your 'sacrifices'. But I just need to know one thing, why does the person I get married to matter so much to you? She's kind and smart enough, she's amiable…I don't get it." "You stupid fool. How short-sighted are you? How blind are you to these blood-sucking leeches? It seems like your thinking has been cut short from being around her," she bites.

Flat, final, like he was closing a cupboard. "Tomorrow is my birthday." "What? I thought it was still a few months away," I "Just get out." He pulled the door and slammed it behind him. I sat in the dark for a long time after that. The next morning I dressed in the plainest things I could find because everything else had already been moved into Cersei's wardrobe. I stood in the courtyard among the nobles and the invited guests and the decorations and I watched Cersei arrive beside Kael in a gown that was dripped with jewels, her dark hair pinned high, her smile wide and practiced.

"That Thrall was worthless anyway. A High Blood can't have a mate without bloodline power - it's unnatural. The coven would never have truly accepted her." "Choose a date soon," his father added eagerly. "Make your blood oath official. The coven hasn't had such cause for celebration in years! After the ceremony, we'll have Serena's chambers cleared out immediately. Vivienne can move in tonight - no point in waiting now." Damien stood frozen, staring at his parents' jubilant faces. His claws dug into his palms, drawing blood that he barely felt. For the first time in his life, he felt pure revulsion toward his own coven elders. His blood snarled beneath his skin.

“Now about the private ceremony.” I groan, by private ceremony he means the vows I'll have to take to be a Knight's wife. The vows that do include rituals that I can perceive as Satanic at the very least because why would I cut myself and cut him then mix our bloody wounds to prove I'll be loyal and bound to him for this life and the next if we are permitted one.

Nadia smiled, holding my shoulders. " Thanks, mom," I could hear her heart skip when I called her mom. It was the first time I had called her mom, and it was strange on my tongue, yet it flowed naturally. She kissed my forehead and escorted me to the hall where the ceremony was. I went to the podium, where people were waiting for me. There were so many, and in the crowd, I spotted Layth. He looked in thought but smiled when his eyes found mine. Two elders officiated the ceremony, and a blood oath joined Rhaegar and me. I am part of the Autumn Moon pack now.