A week after the victory feast, an air of peace and harmony swarmed bloodmoon.
And on the special day, the courtyard was packed to capacity. Every corner of the lower balconies, the parapets, and the gstairs brimmed with members of the Bloodmoon pack, regional lords, and representatives from the newly annexed northern territories.
At the top of the white dais, two throne-like seats carved from stood under the banners of Bloodmoon and the rising phoenix of the Scarlet line.
Diego was dressed in full ceremonial attire; a red cloak trimmed in black fox fur draped over his shoulders. Clarity reflected in his eyes as he held out his hand to me.
I stepped up the stairs dressed in a long gown lined with silver thread. The ancestral Scarlet blood-pendant rested against my collarbone. Next to
