Killian’s POV.
“A relative of the bitter defiant must never gain power, she must never become the Luna,” I repeat this statement over and over again to myself as I sit behind a veil in the hall and struggle to hold myself back from choosing Nala as my bride.
She is not far from me at the moment. She is standing before my father along with Stephanie but I can feel this pull towards her, that I cannot ignore, even after I have given my father my word that I would pick Stephanie today.
It’s the least I could do after he agreed not to eliminate her the night before. The plan is to have a word with her before she leaves tonight but things spiral out of control when Liam reveals a picture to the crowd.
I recognize the image, it was taken in the garden the night that I kissed her, the night I
