MahaLachguer
Luna , Maiduna to the one person who mattered enough to whisper her true name, stood in the moonlight spilling through her bedroom window. The city below was quiet, but the world beyond her family estate was never truly silent.
Blood ran in her veins as deeply as loyalty. It dictated every decision, every calculated move, every restraint she exercised in public. And yet, law its structure, its loopholes, its cold impartiality,
was the only armor she could wield outside the family walls. Between blood and law, she existed like a tightrope walker over a canyon: one misstep and everything would fall apart.
The knock at the library door earlier that day echoed in her mind. Conrad. Ordinary, unremarkable...except for the way he observed without being seen, the way he catalogued without judgment. Law, he seemed to say without words. And yet, there was something dangerous lurking beneath the calm surface, something she could neither read nor dismiss.
She had learned long ago that shadows were never empty. Every smile, every glance, every whispered phrase carried intent. Conrad's presence was like a silent moon rising over her empire,slow, inevitable, illuminating parts of her she preferred to keep hidden.
Her grandfather's voice echoed in her memory: "Maiduna, remember,loyalty is the first law, blood the only truth."
And yet tonight, under the pale moonlight, Luna wondered: what if blood and law could collide in ways even she could not control?
Outside, the city slept, unaware of the quiet war unfolding between a girl raised to rule, and a man sent to unravel her world. Between blood and law, Luna felt the pull of something she had not anticipated: curiosity. Fear. And, impossibly, a flicker of something that could one day break her carefully guarded heart.
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