The castle had always been filled with warmth and laughter, but this time it buzzed with an entirely new kind of energy. The twin daughters of King Damian and Queen Skye were about to enter the Royal Academy. It was the very place where the heirs of noble houses were trained in leadership, combat, history, and the fine arts of ruling.
Luna and Sol were born only minutes apart, but their personalities could not have been more different. Sol, the eldest by a breath, was bold and spirited, the kind of girl who walked with her chin lifted and her eyes gleaming with confidence. She had inherited Damian’s sharp gaze and Skye’s stubbornness, a combination that made her naturally magnetic to anyone around her. Wherever Sol went, chatter followed.
Luna, on the other hand, was her mirror in appear
