From the Sun to the Moon

From the Sun to the Moon

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To the Kingdom, she is Duchess Beatrice Campbell, the perfect future Queen: a marble figure molded by relentless protocols and cruel isolation. To the palace, he is Crown Prince Garrick, a man trapped on a glass throne whose only escape seems to be the fulfillment of his duty. And in the shadows of the court is Dagur, the younger brother, blessed with the freedom that was denied to the firstborn. But behind the facades of the high aristocracy lies a hidden sanctuary: an old bohemian café in the town square. There, stripped of their titles, two teenagers play at being free under the names "Nótt" and "Bea," surrendering to a fervent and bittersweet first love that has a strict expiration date: six months. When the masks fall and the crown demands its due, Beatrice will find herself caught in a web of stark political realism, where her own family has woven a deadly trap using her innocence. Can a love that blossomed in a coffee shop survive the weight of an empire? Or will they learn that, sometimes, maturity means letting go of the bitter coffee of the past to learn to savor the complex present? A story told from three perspectives where there are no villains, only prisoners of their own lineage trying to find solace for their souls.
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[COMPLETED] I saw you last night. I know I did. How can I forget eyes like yours. After those star littered nights of sitting by the flickering LED lamp. It's a shame we both remembered that summer differently. I preferred to only remember the good times. You could only seem to remember the worst.

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