Kaelen's POV
The car slows as we round the circular drive, tires whispering over polished stone.
The Dravenhart Conservatory rises before me all marble and glass, sunlight catching on its edges like a blade. It’s perfect, pretentious, and unmistakably Celestine. She’s always preferred places that reflect her shine.
I built this place years ago, commissioned every hall, every practice room, because of a memory I could never shake. A girl I once heard play when I was still in school. Her music stayed with me long after her name faded. The Conservatory was supposed to honor that sound and that feeling.
And when I met Celestine again, years later, she was wearing that ring. My ring. The one engraved with To My Luna. The one I thought lost with that girl. So of course, I thought fate had
