Chapter 28: Bitter Victories
(Seraphina's POV)
I sit alone in my chosen corner of the Moon Garden, the soft glow of the ancient flowers casting faint light on the polished surface of the stolen moonstone at my throat. The air hums faintly with the energy radiating from the moonstone crystals embedded in the garden's formations. Anyone looking at me would see an image of grace—my posture impeccable, my ceremonial robes flowing elegantly, my every move practiced and poised. But inside, a storm brews.
Across the garden, Theodore is practically tripping over himself before Elara. His eagerness is pathetic. He’s utterly enraptured, his every word dripping with awe.
“That was absolutely incredible work!” I hear him say, his tone so loud and earnest it makes my ears ache. “Your precision
