Lady Selene of the Moon Court
The prophecy is not supposed to feel human.
That is the first thought Lady Selene has when the bonded five step into the great wolf hall together.
The old stories described catastrophe. Power. Destruction powerful enough to fracture kingdoms beneath divine fury and ancient magic.
The legends never mentioned exhaustion lingering beneath the queen’s eyes. They never mentioned rival kings glancing toward each other instinctively before reacting. They never described warmth.
Interesting. Deeply dangerous.
Selene stands among the fae delegation near the eastern balcony overlooking the ceremonial floor below while silver chandeliers
burn overhead like captured stars.
Every kingdom representative watches the center platform with carefully disguised fear.
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