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Asteria The seven Relics

Chapter 4 Beneath the crimson Moon

Word Count: 1077    |    Released on: 15/07/2026

ter, on the

ld and silver banners fluttered from every tower. Fresh white camellias decorated the palace gates, their petals trembling

transformed into a breathtaking sanctuary - crystal chandeliers, polished marble under

st time in decades, representatives from all four kingdoms stood beneath the same roof - some smiling sincerely, others

ueen Elowen, greeting each guest personall

place peacefully," Queen Helena of Vareth said warmly, embr

er smile gentle but her eyes bright

greeted the

dren succeed where o

rstood the weight of the words anyway. One succe

. The great doors

ed away, replaced by formal black attire embroidered with silver threa

quiet confidence rather than arrogance, the kind that

g Alaric and bowed de

orward and hugge

me to

ciprocate

s an

breaking through the ceremon

ands. Lucien appreciated the gesture immediately; it told

eports described," Elowen said, watc

e," Cedri

able," he added,

d without tu

ll hear yo

ed in it, and for a moment the room felt less like a political summi

sicians changed melodies. Ever

ned slowly, and Prin

he world seemed to h

ed, a delicate veil resting against her shoulders. The Moon Pendant lay just above her heart, catching th

ng-ready smile of royalty, but a genuine one, unguar

e was beautiful, though she undeniably was, but because she a

er eyes met his for the very first t

gesture, and then - almost imperceptibly, small

n's chest that had been qui

this marriage will not

- brief enough that no one beside her noticed - her gaze slid past Ariana, toward the empty space at the edge of the family'

into the place she kept things she had promised h

without looking, as though he'd felt the same thin

stepped forwar

ent who opposes this uni

of candle flames, and somewhere far off, the muffled

remony

atched without moving. One gloved hand rested against the cold stone ledge. The other held a small crystal

th curved, faint

barely more than breath, "is what t

shed back ben

he Moon Pendant at her throat. For the briefest moment its silver surface

frow

as nothing - the hall was drafty, that was all, an

oss the afternoon sky, dimming the

e two young royals standing before the altar, hands now joined, who

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Asteria The seven Relics
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“A kingdom united by marriage. A princess silenced by betrayal. A destiny that refuses to die. For twenty-two years, Princess Ariana of Elaria has lived for one purpose: her marriage to Crown Prince Lucien of Vareth. Their union is meant to end generations of bloodshed between rival kingdoms and bind four realms in fragile peace. But on her wedding day, Ariana never speaks her vows. Poisoned at the altar, she dies before the eyes of two kingdoms. That should have been the end. Instead, Ariana wakes in the body of Lady Selene Ashcroft - the infamous "villainess" of Vareth's court. Feared, disgraced, and hated by Lucien himself, Selene is everything Ariana was taught to despise. Now Ariana is trapped behind the eyes of the woman history calls a monster. To survive, she must play Selene's part while hiding the truth: the princess lives. But the court is a maze of masks. Old allies flinch at her name. The man she was meant to marry would sooner see her hanged than heard. And someone powerful wants to ensure Ariana stays dead. As she pieces together Selene's secrets, Ariana uncovers threads of a deeper conspiracy - one tied to an ancient prophecy, relics buried by time, and a shadow order that has been rewriting history from the darkness. The poisoning was only the beginning. Who wanted the princess dead... and why? With enemies closing in and the four kingdoms teetering on war, Ariana must decide who to trust when every smile hides a dagger. Was Selene truly the villainess the stories claim, or another victim of the same plot? And can Ariana reclaim her name without destroying the peace she was raised to protect? Loyalty shatters. Truth bleeds. And beneath it all, a destiny stirs - one not written in royal decrees, but in blood and moonlight. Because some destinies are written in blood. Others are written beneath the moon.”