Anwen

My mouth falls open. Estrella’s whole body is consumed in that light, the glow I saw the night her father was killed. She tilts her head back with a beatific smile, and something in my ribcage heals too. I knew she was going to be beautiful. But the dress, her hair, the smile… it’s all too much. She looks like the Goddess Herself, more beautiful if I won’t be struck down for saying it.

The holy woman raises her arms. “Praise the Moon Goddess, our kingdom is made whole!”

Prayers whisper through the crowd around me. I push forward, Baz on my heels. I have to be closer to...