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~Belinda's POV
I could hardly keep still. My heart felt so light these days. In just a few days, I would finally be crowned Luna. The thought alone filled me with joy, pride, and a sense of victory I had longed for all my life. I told myself not to think of anything else, not Lisa. None of it mattered. What mattered was me, my crown, and the future that awaited.
That morning, I took a long bath, soaking in rosewater and herbs, letting the scent cover me like a veil of luxury. My maids brushed my hair until it shone, then dressed me in a flowing gown of soft velvet. When I was satisfied, I decided to see the triplets. They were in the lounge at this hour, drinking and laughing.
I pushed open the grand doors, walking in with my chin high.
Kael looked up first, his smirk lazy as he lifted his goblet. Rowan leaned back on the couch, his boots resting carelessly on the table, a bottle in his hand.
"Well, if it isn't our soon-to-be Luna," Kael teased, his voice rough with wine.
