Chapter 34
Luna’s POV I felt it before I summoned it. That subtle tremor beneath my ribs, the ancient pull of blood and magic that only a fae mother knows, the kind that binds a queen to her children across realms and veils. I had ruled for decades, wielded power that bent forests and silenced storms, yet nothing unsettled me like the quiet awakening of a child’s magic. Astrid. I stood at the heart of the fae palace, bare feet pressed against living stone, moonlight spilling through the crystal arches. The kingdom breathed around me, trees whispering, wings fluttering, magic humming in recognition of my intent. “This is not like the others,” I murmured. Behind me, my children felt it too. Eryndor, my firstborn, straightened sharply, his expression shifting from calm vigilance to alert concern.
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