The Forsaken Luna's Rise To The Crown

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Through the window, I saw a river of silks and jewels flowing into th

und my palm. My fingers brushed against the hilt of the silv

na asked, her eyes

ready," I

a wave of whispers spread through the nearby guests. It wasn't my beauty that caught their attention-it

a ridin

opriate for

too much. She has n

weapon I intended to use against them. Lifting my chin, I wal

doscope of light and sound, b

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e queen she so desperately wanted to be. She was draped in a garish gold gown, a d

from a passing servant and retreated to a shadowed alcove, a pre

Harrington, who would be the first to cancel his trade agreements with my father. Lady Evangeline, who would publicly weep

at voice, like hone

r of her eye with a lace handkerchief. "Poor, dear Elenore. She has the Alpha bloodline, of course, and that face..

tta, be kind. Perhaps Elenore simply finds such things... bene

sed laughter went t

nched into fists, her face p

n face was a placid mask, but inside, a cold satisfacti

s fixed on Britta. "The bait has been

at me, utterl

hallenge," she would publicly challenge me, expecting me to either refuse and prove my

he script wo

yes, small and hard, met mine across the crowd

st. I let a small, knowing smile touch my o

nce, crossed her features. She had expected tears, or anger, or a hasty

eel uncertain.

look to know who it was. Prince Damien. He was observing the drama below like a hawk w

ng her see the full, unnerving force o

, would you?" I said, my voice light. "It's go

ast to the bitter taste of vengeance in my mouth. The plan was

o make me a foo

burn her stag