Raven's POV

The moment I was far enough from Lady Rhea’s chambers, I stopped and braced my hands against my knees, panting. My chest was tight from the rage still burning at the edges of my mind.

That whole morning felt like one long chokehold. First Jaxon, now his mother. I was being crushed from both sides, expected to fall in line, keep my mouth shut and wear the Luna crown without shaking the throne.

I stood up straight and looked around. Nobody was nearby, good. I hated when people saw me unsettled like this. It wasn’t in my nature. I was a fighter and a free spirit. I grew...