Sara’s POV.
The tension in the throne chamber was thick, pressing against my skin like a heavy cloak.
The golden chandeliers above sent a warm glow over the polished marble floor, reflecting the regal splendor of the Moon King's court.
Yet, despite the grandeur, my focus was entirely on the two men before me—King Rowan and King Darius—locked in a silent battle of wills.
Their conversation had been sharp, filled with unspoken threats and carefully measured words.
King Rowan’s grip on my waist had been firm, his fingers digging in just enough to remind Darius that I was still under his control.
But then, with a slight smirk playing at his lips, he finally let me go.
I barely had time to react before Darius stepped forward, his presence consuming the space between us. He didn’t hes
