Crowned by the moon goddess

se forests of the southern borders stretched far and wide, darkened by the setting sun. The distant howls of wolves echoed through the trees

o break free from the chains that bound him to his future. Ronan had never wanted to be king. It wasn't that he wasn

strength and command that made him the natural heir to the throne. Lucien, the second-born, was sharp-witted and ambitious, always sche

I'd find

der brother, Lucien, approaching with that familiar smirk on his face. The one that

me," Ronan replied, his tone fl

see beyond the land, beyond the walls of the palace. "Nothing in particular. Just wan

r and over again for the last few years. The moment their father, King Aldric, had made it c

press the frustration that burned in his chest. "You and Darius

er brother. "You may not want it, Ronan, but that doesn't change the fact tha

fused to show it. "Darius is the

as capable as Darius, Ronan. You always have been. You've spent your

who commanded respect and loyalty. But his father had also been hard, his expectations high. He had alwa

ing to manipulate me into taking the throne so you can continue your little games. W

for a moment. "You're wrong, Ronan. I have no inter

ew, and he was always looking for an angle. But he said nothing, his eyes

an felt a pang of longing. There was a time when he had been free-when the weight of the crow

teasing tone that had always brought a smile to his

been his closest friend, his confidant, someone who had always understood him in ways no one e

under his breath, the n

eyebrow at him.

pulling himself from h

k - A Si

onan, he and Kian had spent countless hours together in the woods. They had been inseparable, like

Kian had asked, a playful grin spreading acro

eplied, swinging his sword with all the might he could

to bring light to even the darkest of days.

es

t just about power. It was about duty. And duty had a way of stripping awa

winds carried the scent of pine and earth, a reminder of the land he was bound to protect.

voice softening slightly. "But remember, Ronan. You'

ck into the palace. The night was quiet, the only sounds the

g down on him. It wasn't just the throne. It was everything that came with it-t

. The stars above twinkled coldly, indifferent to his inner turmoil. His father had ruled with wisdom and str

The Moon Goddess had declared him the next ruler. But why? Why had she chosen him, the one who had neve

ugh his personality was a bit too rigid for Ronan's liking. But Darius had always seemed eager to embrace the title. Lucien, on the other hand, was a master manipulator, with

him. But there was no escaping it. No matter how much he fought it, no mat

find a figure standing in the shadows near the palace

yet laced with concern, s