AHLIANA’S POV
Once June came to the green house and started singing and planting flowers with my mother it’s like she just healed more. Her voice was like silk. I’m so proud of my girl. I’m not trying to rush her but goddess she is so hard not to kiss and hug. The night was still, the air thick with the scent of rain and roses. From the palace balcony, the world stretched in silver and shadow—moonlight spilling across the gardens, the whisper of the river below soft as a lullaby.
June leaned against the marble railing, her dark hair unbound, her shoulders tense beneath her simple tunic. The faint glow of witchfire pulsed under her skin—a reminder of the power she never quite trusted.
Behind her, Ahliana’s footsteps were a melody she could always recognize. The princess moved closer, st
