Maeve's pov
Months had bled into a year. And a year had become two.
Time had a way of softening things for most people, but for me, It only made everything more obvious.
The vaelor estate had changed.
Or maybe it was just us.
Cassian’s son was two now. Walking. Talking in broken words. Laughing in a way that echoed too loudly through halls that had never been meant for children.
Even Elena had settled into her role as a Luna like she had been born for it. And eventually, Cassian married her.
Not out of love, everyone knew that.
But duty had a way of dressing itself up as something respectable.
I watched it happen with a smile on my face and bitterness sitting heavy in my throat.
Because if anyone understood what it meant to live a lie in this place, It was me.
Noah, on the oth
