Chapter 10 - The Crown of True Love
The grand hall of Nightfall had never witnessed a celebration like this. The treason trials of Isolda and Allaric were swift and just, restoring honor to the memory of Elias Wind, whose statue was erected in the courtyard garden with a plaque honoring truth and justice.
The Great Hall was adorned with white moonflowers and silver banners. At the center dais sat two thrones, pushed closely together, symbolizing a partnership forged not through political convenience, but through survival, forgiveness, and unbreakable love.
Elara stood before the mirror in her chambers, adjusting the heavy diamond-and-silver Luna crown upon her head. The door opened softly, and Cassian stepped inside, dressed in ceremonial black and silver, though his eyes held none of the cold tyranny of his past.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You look breathtaking, my Luna.”
Elara turned in his arms, smiling as she traced the scar on his thumb. “And you look less like a tyrant and more like a father, Cassian.”
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“I am both, but only because you gave me a second chance,” he murmured, kissing her lips tenderly.
Outside, the twin heirs were already running through the palace gardens, chasing fireflies beneath the glow of the full moon, their laughter echoing through the kingdom. Hand in hand, Elara and Cassian walked out to the balcony to face their pack—not as rulers who demanded fear, but as a family that had weathered the darkest storm and emerged into the eternal light of a true, lasting happily ever after.
