Skye's POV
After the execution of Luna Denise, peace settled over Crescent Valley like the first snowfall of winter. Soft, silent, and long-awaited.
There were no more whispers of betrayal, no more blood spilled on sacred soil. Everyone who had suffered beneath her rule, everyone who had lost something or someone finally received the justice they had long deserved. The wound she had carved into our lives was deep, but finally… it was beginning to heal.
And today, the sun seemed to shine a little warmer, the breeze gentler, the flowers more vivid.
Today was Dorian’s third birthday.
I could barely believe it.
Three years ago, I was lying in my chamber, clutching my swollen belly and crying out as chaos raged outside our gates. I had feared for my life, feared for his, unsure if we woul
