The words echoed through the Moon Temple courtyard.
"...Welcome home, my daughter."
Silence.
The letter slipped from Marcus's trembling fingers and drifted to the stone floor.
Every warrior looked toward Kael.
Every villager looked toward Aria.
No one dared to speak.
The only sound was the soft whisper of the morning wind moving through the ancient pillars.
Aria stood frozen.
Her mind refused to accept what she had just heard.
"My daughter?"
How could that be?
Her father had been King Orion Mooncrest.
Her mother had been Queen Lyra.
Everyone knew that.
Everyone...
Except perhaps history itself.
Kael slowly picked up the letter again, reading the final sentence for the third time.
"There has to be another meaning."
Lucian wasn't convinced.
"The Council never writes riddl
