Sara's POV
King Darius walked toward me with heavy steps, his face filled with worry. His dark eyes never left mine as he reached for my hand, gripping it tightly. His voice was low, almost desperate.
"I can't let you get hurt again, Sara. Not again," he whispered. "Please, stop this madness. Refuse the challenge!"
There was a raw, aching plea in his tone, the kind that could make anyone hesitate. But not me. Not this time.
I swallowed hard, pushing away the emotions clawing at my chest. "And what next, King Darius?"
His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. "What do you mean, ‘and what next’? You are my Luna, and—"
I didn’t let him finish. My voice was sharp as I cut him off, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Your replacement Luna," I murmured, my voice barely above a
