Elara’s POV
The air inside the Queen Mother’s private greenhouse was thick with the scent of damp soil and blooming flora, but I wasn't there to admire the gardening. I was standing near a glass wall, watching Alaria clip the dead leaves off a rare mountain orchid. She was exactly as I remembered her from my first life—sharp, elegant, and radiating a quiet authority that didn't need a royal title to back it up.
In my past life, I barely spoke to this woman. I was too busy being the timid, obedient future Luna, hiding in the shadows while Lyra wormed her way into the royal family’s good graces. And because of my softness, Alaria ended up with a silver dagger through her heart.
Not this time. I was here to ensure she survived the next four years, even if I had to run circles around her ow
