The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377 Shameless

Cindy’s POV:

“Now that’s what I call sharing in the blessings!” Stick protested, rubbing his backside as he shamelessly edged his way back toward the queue. “The Moon Goddess’s radiance is infinite, is it not? What harm is there in a second helping?”

“Sharing in blessings? You look more like you’re stocking up for market!” Viola shot back with a laugh.

Stick took no offense. Quick as a shadow, he dodged and weaved, refusing to be driven off. His brazenness proved so infectious that soon everyone was laughing at his antics.

“Alright, alright. Give him some.”

I was laughing hard enough that my sides ached, waving for Jewel to toss him another handful.

Tyrone accepted his winnings like a man crowned in glory, grinning so wide it was almost radiant.

But would you believe it? Just as the distribution was winding down, the rogue reappeared yet again, this time with his face smeared in soot scraped from the bottom of a cooking pot. He attempted to join the queue for a third round!

Even Adam had reached his limit. He seized Stick by the scruff and deposited him

unceremoniously beside the roasting spit. “One more attempt at fraud, and tomorrow’s guard training will be doubled.”

That, at last, did the trick. Tyrone behaved himself after that, settling down with a rack of lamb and keeping his ambitions in check.

The fire painted every face in shades of gold and amber, and laughter echoed across the estate grounds until it seemed to shake the very rafters.

I leaned back against Adam’s chest, watching this raucous assembly of friends and faithful servants. The lingering shadow of Sephiria’s passing, the suffocating undercurrents of court politics… All of it dissolved in the presence of something so vivid, so alive.

This was what I had wanted. A home filled with warmth, life, and joy.

The revelry continued until dawn began to creep across the horizon.

A faint line of pale gold appeared in the cast.

The servants had long since retired, leaving behind scattered barrels and the faint scent of spilled drink.

Astra, still only a child, had succumbed hours ago, slumped in his chair in deep sleep.

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