Skye's POV
The morning of my coronation dawned with a silence so heavy it almost pressed down on me. The sun rose like molten gold over Crescent Valley, casting its light across the palace spires, making them shimmer as though the heavens themselves blessed this day. Yet, despite the brilliance outside, my heart thudded wildly, my breath uneven.
After my father passed away, everything in my life shifted. His absence was a wound that would never fully heal, an emptiness in my chest that no crown, no ceremony, no power could ever fill. But grief had not come alone—it carried with it the weight of duty, the chains of responsibility he left behind. As his only heir, I was next in line to ascend to the throne.
The thought still felt surreal.
Me—the girl everyone once called “omega.” The out
