Chapter Fifty One
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Hall, warm light glinting off polished silver trays and the deep cerulean fabrics chosen for the ceremony. It had taken months of careful planning, stitching, and adjusting, but the day was finally approaching. Ace sat on a raised stool while Evelyn pinned delicate silver embroidery along the hem of her ceremonial cloak. Clara stood behind her, gently combing Ace’s long hair to test how it would fall beneath the Luna circlet. “You’re sure this isn’t too much?” Ace asked, smoothing a hand over her midsection. Even postpartum, her body was still softer, newly shaped by motherhood. “It’s perfect,” Clara assured her, her voice bright but warm. “A Luna should command a room before she ever speaks.” Evelyn hummed in agreement. “And y
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