**Gaia’s POV**

The weeks following our marking ceremony blurred into a whirlwind of new responsibilities and quiet joys. The sacred grove’s magic still lingered in my veins, the moonstone ring on my finger a constant reminder of the bond Astrein and I had sealed. Rose Heart Pack buzzed with renewed energy—victory over Golden Moon, the resolution of internal schemes, and our union had forged a stronger unity than ever. As Luna, I dove into governance with a determination born from ...