"..."
Maurice and Adrian exchanged a quick glance—so subtle that if my gaze hadn't been glued to them, I might have missed it entirely.
That fleeting exchange told me everything and nothing at once.
Seeing that none of them were willing to speak voluntarily, I resorted to the simplest method—calling out a name and forcing an answer.
"Adrian," I said, my voice steady despite the unease creeping up my spine. "Can you be clear…what does it mean?"
He inhaled deeply, the sound slow and deliberate, as though bracing himself.
"Supreme," he said calmly, "in the simplest context, means king. And Luna…queen."
My breath caught.
King? Queen?
My God!
Does that mean I married into a royal family?
My gaze swept across the faces in the room. Every head was bowed, their eyes lowered in unmistakable reverence. I couldn't read their expressions, but their posture alone spoke volumes—respect, submission, loyalty.
Something cold and unfamiliar slid down my spine.
