Nathan’s POV
I read the name three times. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. As though repetition might somehow change it. It didn't. Of course it didn't. Because reality had a habit of remaining inconveniently real. Interesting. Very interesting.
Princess Lyra Mooncrest.
The name sat on the page like a wound.
Ancient.
Dangerous.
Impossible.
Across from me, Elodie remained frozen.
The journal still trembling slightly in her hands.
For once, neither of us knew what to say.
A rare occurrence.
A troubling one.
Because words usually came easily.
Not today.
Today we had stumbled onto something much larger than either of us anticipated.
The realization settled heavily inside my chest.
Because suddenly Theo made sense.
Not completely.
Enough.
A terrible amount.
The Mooncrest Kingdom
