Kyra Knight

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The elders bow their heads respectfully. “Greetings, future queen,” one of them intones, her voice deep and steady, carrying the weight of centuries. “We are here to prepare you for the sacred ceremony. It is an ancient ritual that binds two souls together beneath the full moon’s light.”

My eyes widen slightly, but I nod, trying to steady my racing heart. Inside, it hums so loudly I can almost hear it over the elders’ low chanting.

They guide me to a separate ...