POV: Nyxara
Asheron took me stargazing on the third night of his courtship. We lay on blankets in the meadow outside the stronghold, watching constellations wheel overhead.
"That one is called the Luna's Crown," he said, pointing. "Legend says it marks where the Moon Goddess first blessed our kind."
"It's beautiful." And it was. For the first time in weeks, I felt normal. Not the cursed Luna or the prophesied weapon. Just a girl watching stars with someone who treated her gently.
"Not as beautiful as you." He turned to face me, his violet eyes sincere. "I know this is moving fast. I know you're conflicted. But I want you to know I see you, Nyxara. Not the power. Not the prophecy. You."
Guilt twisted in my chest. "Asheron.."
"You don't have to say anything. Just let me court you prope
