A prophecy names one true moon. 
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Lyria has spent her entire life in the shadows — scorned, scarred, and invisible. The illegitimate daughter of a king who pretends she does not exist, she has learned to want nothing and expect less.

But when fourteen alpha suitors arrive to compete for her sister's hand, five of the most powerful men in the kingdom cannot seem to stay away from the girl they were never meant to notice.

Each one is powerful enough to shake kingdoms. Each one is drawn to her in ways that defy reason. But Lyria can only choose one, and the road to that choice will cost more than she ever imagined.

And Jacinta will burn the kingdom down before she allows Lyria to take what she believes is hers.

There was no use in arguing. Diana would not listen, and she was right, the Queen would not wait, and I was too exhausted to fight against either of them.


"V-very well," I said. "L-lead the w-way."


Diana turned and walked out of the chamber without waiting to see if I followed.


The corridor stretched before us. Diana walked ahead of me, her steps brisk and purposeful, her back rigid with barely concealed irritation.


I did not speak, and neither did she, though I would have preferred noise to the quiet of my thoughts, because all I could see was Patricia on the bed.


We passed through the silent halls, past the tall windows that looked out upon the gardens, past the guards who stood at attention without meeting anyone's eyes.


Chapter 229 - Broken Porcelain