Serayah Morgan.
It feels heavy having his ring on my finger.
It feels even worse knowing he’s the one who slid it on.
When the door opens, Matilda strides back in with Venus, and I straighten my shoulders. No more sulking, no more trembling. I have to stop acting like the scared little girl they expect me to be. If I’m going to be Royal Luna for a long time—and let’s not forget I still have ninety-eight wishes left—I need to pull myself together.
“I didn’t see that ring before,” Matilda says, her eyes land on my hand.
I lift my head, forcing a smile so flawless it almost fools me too. “I forgot to wear it. Being a newlywed is… new to me.” The words taste strange, but I push through, pretending not to feel the weight of him next to me.
I perceive the oud perfume, coming from the Roya
