LOGINDusk had settled over the palace grounds by the time Gianna and Elmund made their way toward the healer's chambers. The sky had turned a deep shade of purple, streaked with the last remnants of orange along the horizon. Torches were being lit along the corridors, casting long shadows that stretched and danced against the stone walls.As they approached the healer's quarters, a figure emerged from the doorway ahead of them.Gianna's breath caught in her throat.It was Elias. The librarian from the ancient library. The man who had warned her about asking questions regarding the Faes. He walked past them without so much as a flicker of recognition, his white robes swaying gently as he moved, his expression as calm and unreadable as it had been the last time she'd seen him.He didn't look at her. Didn't acknowledge her presence at all. It was as if she was a stranger to him, as if their previous encounter in the library had never happened.Gianna's mind raced with questions. What was he d
Cyrus didn't back down. He sat straighter on his horse and raised his voice so that everyone in the courtyard could hear him clearly."If Nolan is truly alive," he said, "then let him come forth and address us himself. Let him stand before this council and prove that he still breathes. Until then, the council rules in his absence. That is the law of this kingdom, and you know it, Gianna.""You have no right to speak," one of the other council members added, his voice smug and self-satisfied. "You're not even blood. You're a wife. A title that means nothing if your husband is gone."Gianna's hands tightened on the reins of her horse. The rage building inside her was so hot it felt like it might consume her from the inside out. She opened her mouth to respond, to tell them exactly what she thought of their cowardice and their eagerness to steal a throne that wasn't theirs.But before she could speak, Elmund moved his horse in front of hers, placing his body between her and the council m
The guard's eyes widened as Gianna pulled back her veil, and recognition flashed across his face like lightning. He straightened immediately, his entire posture changing from threatening to deferential in an instant. The other guards around him seemed to realize at the same moment who she was, and they all began to bow or step back, clearly uncertain about what to do.Gianna straightened her dress and looked down at Elmund, then back at the guards with an expression of cold fury. "This is my guard," she said, her voice sharp and cutting. "And I came here to bring gifts for your king's celebration, since we heard about his wedding and wanted to show our support." She paused, letting her eyes sweep across each guard one by one. "But it seems I've been insulted and embarrassed for simply trying to be gracious. So I'm leaving."The lead guard's face turned pale. He rushed toward her with his hands raised in a placating gesture. "My lady, I'm so sorry. We didn't realize. Please forgive us.
When they finally emerged from the forest, the rogue king's palace came into view and Gianna immediately saw the problem.Lights blazed everywhere, casting the entire courtyard in a warm, dancing glow. Fires burned in iron baskets along the stone walls and lanterns hung from every available surface. The entrance was decorated with white flowers and golden ribbons, and people moved through the gates in a steady stream, dressed in their finest clothes. The sounds of music and laughter drifted toward them on the wind, mixing with the smell of roasted meat and wine."What is this?" Gianna whispered, leaning closer to Elmund as they sat hidden behind a cluster of large rocks at the edge of the palace grounds.Elmund squinted, trying to see through the crowd. "Looks like a celebration, my lady. A big one."As they watched, more details became clear. Servants were arranging tables laden with food. Musicians played instruments from a raised platform. And in the center of it all, moving betwee
Gianna's objection came immediately, her voice sharp with panic and disbelief."Twenty-one days?" she said, her words tumbling out rapidly. "Such a risky assignment in just twenty-one days? How is that even possible? I need to break into the healer's chambers, find plants in dangerous territory, and locate a potion hidden by ancient magic. All in less than three weeks?"Iris's expression remained unmoved, her ethereal face a mask of calm certainty."That is all I can do for you," Iris said flatly. "You're only getting this opportunity because Nolan made a selfless choice. And because you are the chosen one—the one whose bond with him is strong enough to bridge the gap between life and death."She stepped closer to Gianna, her voice taking on a harder edge."No one in his lineage has ever gotten a second chance at life," Iris continued. "Not his father. Not his grandfather. Not any of the kings before them. They all died, and they stayed dead. But Nolan's choice—his willingness to die
Gianna stood frozen on the clouds, watching Nolan speak to the messenger. The weight of what she'd just witnessed—his refusal to sacrifice her, his acceptance of death rather than allow her to be bargained away—settled over her like a heavy cloak.Iris seemed impressed by his choice, her ethereal face showing something that might have been respect or approval. But Gianna was beyond shock. She couldn't process how he had been willing to give up such a golden chance to save himself. He could have exchanged her life for his. He could have lived. And instead, he had chosen to die.Gianna felt tears sliding down her cheeks—not just tears, but the kind of crying that came from the deepest part of her soul, from a place of profound emotion that transcended explanation."What happens now?" she whispered to Iris, her voice barely audible even in the stillness of this ethereal realm. "Now that he chose not to sacrifice me. What happens to him?"Iris turned to look at her, and for the first time
Gianna tried to fight back immediately but IsaGianna went completely calm, peaceful even which meant she already knew who it was.Gianna stopped struggling and pulled away from Nolan's grip."We can't be seen together," she said, looking around frantically. "If anyone saw you follow me—""Then what
The question caught Gianna completely off guard.Molly's face flushed. "I'm sorry. That was disrespectful. I shouldn't have—""No, it's fine." Gianna waved the apology aside. "It's a valid question."She took a breath, choosing her words carefully."I'm not just an ordinary Luna. I'm the first woma
The bonfire was open to everyone, which meant Cyrus had brought Pietra along.They sat on opposite ends of the carriage, both pointedly ignoring Gianna. The silence should have been uncomfortable but Gianna welcomed it.She needed the quiet to prepare herself and to remind herself why she couldn't
Gianna decided to visit the dressmaker's shop in town.The Bonfire Festival was two weeks away and she needed something appropriate to wear. She gathered the clothing materials Nolan had gifted her and called for Evelyn."We're going out," she said. "I need these made into proper dresses."Evelyn's







