The carriage came to a slow stop at the foot of Moon Goddess Mountain.
Laural and I stepped down together.
“Princess, look—so many people this year!” Laural lifted the curtain, her eyes shining with excitement.
I nodded. “Yes. The blessings of the Moon Goddess have always been effective.”
For fifteen years, I had knelt before the statue every year to pray—to pray that my Cole would one day become my mate.
Now that I think about it, the Goddess truly was effective.
She heard me—but did not grant it.
Otherwise, I might have already turned into a moth drawn to the flame, and burned to ashes.
I had barely touched the ground when I heard a sharp, familiar laugh.
“Which Omega is so bold to ride in the same carriage as her master? Oh—turns out it’s the Princess of Silver Ridge!”
“Prince
