_Rowena's POV_
Five days remained before the Crown ruled on Kaelen's appeal.
My trunks were packed and sealed, though nothing could leave Moonreign until the decree became final. Beyond my windows, workers covered the south lawn in white flowers and silver ribbons.
Moonreign was preparing to welcome a bride while quietly packing away its Luna.
I had no interest in watching.
That afternoon, I met Celeste at a private tearoom in the city. She had reserved a table beside the windows, far from the other guests.
She studied me over the rim of her cup.
"Don't tell me Kaelen's wedding has finally broken through that impressive composure."
"It hasn't."
"Then why do you look as if you're preparing for a war?"
I turned the Ashthorne key between my fingers. I had carried it since Celeste pl
