Chapter 15 - Forever Under the Moon
The celebration continued long into the early hours of the morning, with dancing, music, and joyous howling that shook the stars.
When the festivities finally began to wind down, Alora and Kieran slipped away from the crowded courtyard, walking hand in hand up the winding stone path toward the highest balcony of the inner citadel.
From up here, the entire territory of Silvercrest was visible—a vast, peaceful expanse of twinkling lights, quiet forests, and shimmering rivers bathed in the gentle glow of the descending moon.
They stepped into the private chambers behind the balcony. In the center of the room, visible through the grand arched windows, stood the Sacred Luna Throne, its ancient white stone pulsing softly with a warm, eternal celestial heartbeat.
Alora walked over to the throne, resting her hand gently against the carved armrest where her journey had begun on a night filled with pain and bleeding feet.
Kieran walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against her shoulder, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent.
"Do you ever miss the quiet days?" Kieran asked softly, a playful smile touching his lips. "Before the council meetings, the treaties, and saving the continent?"
Alora laughed softly, leaning back against him. "Sometimes. But I don't miss the bleeding feet."
She turned around in his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief and profound happiness. "Besides, I think I like this view much better."
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Kieran smiled, pulling her closer as the silver light from the throne wrapped gently around them like a warm blanket, sealing their bond for all eternity.
The broken servant girl was gone. The prophecy was fulfilled. And under the endless, watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess, Alora and Kieran stood side by side, ready to rule a world they had fought so hard to heal, together, forever under the moon.
