Chapter 39

Luna Eleanor's POV

I stood on the balcony, my fingers clutching the wrought-iron railing with rage as I watched them below. Astra and Ramsey, walking together through the sun-drenched garden. My anger burned within me, threatening to burn through my mask of calm.

That woman!

That accursed gypsy nobody!

My son, my blood, had dared to defy me. He had chosen his own path, cast aside tradition, and worst of all, fallen for her. A commoner, someone whose place was in the last rungs of society, someone who wasn't even worthy enough to breathe the same air as my son or me!

I watched as Ramsey whispered something into the woman's ears and she laughed, her head thrown back, her thick black hair flowing down her shoulders and back, her white teeth flashing under the rays of sunlight. She was very beautiful, I couldn't deny that. But what was beauty in the eyes of royalty, if not someone worthy enough to be called Luna?

She wasn't worthy enough! Why wouldn't Ramsey see her for what she was?

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