“The moon festival's tonight," Ethan said, fastening the final clasp on his ceremonial cloak. “The council insists I make an appearance."
He glanced toward the mirror, but his eyes flicked sideways—to where Xiluo stood silently in the doorway.
She tilted her head. Do you want to go
“Not really." He exhaled. “But I'm expected to light lanterns, thank the gods I no longer believe in, and pretend I sleep soundly every blood moon."
She stepped forward, adjusting the silver sash draped over his shoulder. Her touch was light but precise.
“You're coming with me."
Xiluo blinked.
“You've earned the right to see the garden in full bloom," Ethan added. “And I'd rather face nobles with you behind me than priests beside me."
She nodded slowly.
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The Moon Lantern Garden glittered with floati
