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Chapter 28: The Enemy's Plot

As the gravity of her actions sank in, Freyja's heart grew heavy with remorse. She realized the enormity of her betrayal and the pain she had caused Luna, the very person she had once considered a friend. Guilt gnawed at her conscience, twisting her insides with each passing moment.

Freyja couldn't shake the image of Luna's hurt expression from her mind-the way her eyes had searched for understanding, the way her voice had wavered with disbelief. She knew she had let her jealousy and anger cloud her judgment, leading her to lash out in a way that she now deeply regretted.

As Freyja watched Luna being taken away by the enemy, a pang of guilt pierced her heart like a dagger. The sight of her friend, vulnerable and in danger because of her own actions, filled Freyja with a profound sense of remorse.

"I... I'm sorry, Luna," Freyja whispered, her voice barely audible above the chaos around them. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched Luna being led away, her heart heavy with regret.

In that moment, Freyja realized the true extent of the damage she had caused. Her jealousy and anger had not only hurt Luna but had also put her in grave danger. The weight of her actions pressed down on her like a crushing weight, and she knew that she would have to live with the consequences for the rest of her life.

As Luna disappeared from sight, carried off by the enemy, Freyja made a silent vow to herself. She would do whatever it took to make things right, to save Luna and redeem herself for her past mistakes. With a heavy heart and a determination burning in her soul, Freyja set off to confront the enemy and rescue her friend, knowing that it would be the first step on the long road to forgiveness.

As Luna's captor revealed her true identity with a twisted smirk, her blood ran cold, and her mind raced with disbelief. How could they possibly know who she truly was? It was a secret she had guarded closely, known only to herself and a select few.

With a surge of determination, Luna drew upon her strength and resolve, channeling the courage of her ancestors. "I am Luna Aurelia," she declared defiantly. "But I will not be a pawn in your twisted game."

Roid's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement at Luna's defiance. "Such bravado," he remarked, his voice dripping with condescension. "But your words cannot change the inevitable, Princess Luna. You belong to Windermere now, and there is no escaping your fate."

But Luna refused to be cowed by Roid's threats. Drawing upon her inner strength, she met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I may be a princess, but I am also a warrior," she declared, her voice steady despite the fear that threatened to consume her. "And I will fight for my freedom until my last breath."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Roid signaled for Luna to be taken away. As she was escorted from the chamber, Luna's mind raced with thoughts of escape and rebellion. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but she refused to give up hope.

For Luna knew that as long as there was even a glimmer of light in the darkness, there would always be a chance for freedom. And she would seize that chance with both hands, no matter the cost.