Elian's POV
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The morning after Aurora's vision was not the way he imagined it at first.
To be fair, after the heated moment with Kyren and Lucian last night—he felt nothing but absolute bliss. He'd been between his mates.
Safe.
Protected.
Loved.
Then Aurora came yelling in his room, talking about some vision no one asked for then pointing out that the fucking moon was actively breaking apart.
Like, he loved his future sister-in-law and all… but seriously, what the fuck?
Elian could only lament mentally as he sat at the Lunarian palace dining room. "Remind me why we're having this discussion at breakfast." He said groggily, barely able to keep track of the people sitting around him.
There was Lucian at the head of the table to his right. Then Kyren to his left.
Both men were dressed officially—Lucian with his kingly robes and Kyren draped in a full-body black armour with a black cape over it.
