As long as I held the title of Luna, I could weather any storm.
Caleb's Alpha aura preceded him.
“Why flee?”
“Come. Witness your wedding's grandeur.”
I mounted the horse without a word.
Greyfield's landscape blurred by, a desolate expanse of snow and ice.
Ahead, the wedding venue loomed—a sea of crimson banners fluttering like blood - stained flags.
“Like what you see?”
“Your efforts are... impressive.”
But his next surprise stole my breath.
A procession of bridal gifts stretched to the horizon, each chest overflowing with moon - silver artifacts and furs that glowed with ancient magic.
“These treasures will announce your arrival as Luna,” he declared, his eyes blazing.
I laughed, a brittle sound.
This was the deal—Greyfield's wealth for Westbrook's peace.
“You've outdone
