Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 167

Nova’s POV

As the stillness of the night and the chillness of the air calmed my mind, I found myself drawn outside, my feet carrying me to the most private part of the Packhouse, away from the noise and attention of other people.

Today is my birthday, but no one knew about it except for Drystan. Everyone is preoccupied with Astrid’s recovery, and I couldn’t just steal all the attention and say, ‘Hey! It’s my birthday today!’

That would be so insensitive of me to do so, and I don’t want Astrid to be worried about me. It would be better for Astrid to focus on her recovery.

A part of me was relieved that only Drystan knew it was my birthday. I had never been one for grand celebrations or the unwanted attention that came with them.

The idea of being the center of focus, of having all eyes on me, filled me with a sense of unease. I preferred the solitude, the peace and calmness of the night.

And so, I stared up at the twinkling stars that kept me company, and I felt a deep sense of contentment wash over me.

The cool night air caressed my skin, and the gentle hush of the world around me soothed my restless soul.

This is exactly what I needed — to be alone, to revel in the simple pleasure of my own company.

However, as I remained alone with my thoughts, I found them drifting towards Drystan, who still hadn’t greeted me with a happy birthday until now.

I’m not sure if he still remembers my birthday or not. Drystan had remained steadfastly by Astrid’s side all day.

I know how much he cares for her, how his heart had been irrevocably in love with her.

Astrid is the strongest and kindest person that I know, aside from my sister. Her unwavering strength and unparalleled kindness are what captured Drystan’s heart and mine,

He’s been busy with Astrid all day, so he probably forgot about my birthday.

In a way, I’m still glad that my birthday had gone unnoticed, for I could only imagine the fuss he would have made had he remembered.

As much as I valued Drystan’s friendship, I know that his focus — his heart belonged to Astrid now. And truthfully, I cannot hate him for that. Astrid is truly a remarkable woman, one who reminded me of my sister I had lost.

The kindness, the resilience, the unwavering spirit — it was all there, shining through everything she did.

It’s the reason why Astrid had become a sister to me as well. Though we had not known each other for so long, there was a deep, unspoken bond that had formed between us.