Third Person pov :
The grand celebration of the Silver Moon Estate had finally faded into a peaceful silence.
In the Master Suite was bathed in the light of the full moon.
Aria stood on the balcony, the cool night breeze playing with the loose strands of her long white hair.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the night—pine, crushed lavender, and the faint, lingering smell of the celebration. Her heart felt impossibly full.
Everything was perfect. And yet, the mate-bond inside her chest was humming with a restless, heavy heat.
"The night is cold, my Queen," a deep, gravelly voice murmured from the shadows of the room. "You should not be out there alone."
Aria smiled, turning around. She was never truly alone.
Stepping into the moonlight were her three Kings. The
