Arabella’s blood ran cold. The prophecy, the whispers, her encounter with the Moon Goddess—it all converged on this terrifying truth: she was the Moonblessed. A wave of nausea washed over her as she grasped the magnitude of the danger she was in, not just for herself, but for her entire Kingdom.
She turned back to Alaric, her gaze hardened with a newfound resolve. Gone was the fear that had gripped her when she first saw him, replaced by a chilling anger. "Tell me what you know, Alaric," she demanded, her voice sharp and unwavering. "Tell me everything about them. Why they want me. What they're planning."
Alaric hesitated, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and longing. "It's not safe, Bella. You shouldn't be involved in this. You should go back home."
"I have no choice," she replie
