Forty seven
Desiree’s POV The stone balcony of the North Tower was the only place where the air felt nice to actually breathe. I leaned my weight against the balustrade, my knuckles white as I stared out over the vast expanse of the territories. Below, the training grounds were alive with people training like they were preparing for some unknown war I felt empty inside of me. Every time I tried to reach back into the memory of the coronation night, a physical ache replaced my thoughts and it always sent me back to my empty head again. Brandon, Zachary, and Grayson had spent the last two days hovering over me like I was a porcelain doll , spinning tales of “ceremonial exhaustion” and “Luna-bond integration.” But the math didn't add up. I looked down at my palms. The silver lines were still t
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