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Devon’s POV I should have been working on my assignments, but I was far too distracted. I was torturing myself instead, looking at the photos online of Tara’s Queen Luna ceremony. I should have stopped after looking at one or two, but I couldn’t look away. I had to see them all. Tara was wearing a very formal floor length pale pink, ivory, and gold brocade ball gown, and she looked very regal dripping in jewels, including a magnificent diamond tiara, and a matching diamond choker. The little necklace I gave her for her birthday last year was nothing in comparison to the jewelry she had access to now. There were pictures of her looking lovingly up at that smarmy king who had bought her. I notice none of the news report accounts of their supposed “love story” include the fact that h