Chapter 42

• The morning sun glints off the polished brass of my finest carriage as I inspect it one last time. Midnight blue paint gleams like liquid starlight, the royal crest shining in gold on both doors. Even the black stallions—identical and proud in silver bridles—seem to sense the gravity of today.
• Aubrey’s formal introduction as future Luna Queen must take place in the traditional ceremonial council hall, not within the castle’s informal rooms. It’s an ancient rite—every Luna in our bloodline has been presented to the kingdom's leaders on these sacred grounds.
• Everything has to be perfect.