NASIR
The air felt heavier as my brothers and I walked toward our mother’s chambers. Each step echoed in the silent hallway, a reminder of the weight of the responsibilities we carried. Liam glanced at me, his brows furrowed with unease. Xerxes strode ahead, his usual confident stride stiff with tension. We all knew this wasn’t going to be a conversation—it was going to be a command.
This was The Luna Mira we are talking about here. She never asks, always orders and commands.
When Xerxes pushed open the ornate doors, we were met with our mother’s piercing gaze. She sat behind her massive oak desk, her regal demeanor as commanding as ever.
Her fragrance infiltrated my nostrils the second we stepped into the room. It was a sweet mix of lavender and vanilla.
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