_Rowena's POV_
Three days after Celeste's visit, ten days remained before the Crown ruled on Kaelen's appeal.
I spent the morning in the east annex with Velvet and two commission-approved clerks, cataloging the Ashthorne property stored there.
Nothing would leave Moonreign before the decree became final. For now, every painting, antique, and sealed case was photographed, numbered, and packed beneath silver Ashthorne seals.
The open crates made the separation feel real.
Three years of marriage reduced to inventories and ownership labels.
I pressed a seal onto a case of my mother's silverware when voices drifted in from the corridor.
Elvira entered first, carrying several swatches of ivory silk. Virella followed more slowly, one hand beneath the curve of her stomach. A wedding planner
