Supreme Spouse System.
Chapter 208: The Kneeling Daughter.

Chapter 208: The Kneeling Daughter.

The Kneeling Daughter.

Then—

The spell was broken. So subtly, so utterly, that no one realized the announcer had moved back to the center of the courtyard—until he threw up his hands and shouted:

"The shattered mirror is no failure. It is a sign."

His voice boomed out, solemn and heavy with ancientness.

"Somewhere in the ancient texts, it is said—when a mirror shatters during the peak of moonlight, it is the moon bestowing its entire blessing. It refuses to reflect. It beams straight, unadulterated, upon the soul it finds worthy."

There was a sudden silence that fell upon the crowd.

The master of ceremonies allowed the quiet to hang before he went on, with devotion:

"Now that our princess has had her complete blessing—indicated by the holy shattering of the mirror of the moon—the moon has given its gift to her."

He moved aside, voice firm with custom.

"And so we go to the sacred ritual of identification. The parent’s blessing, the king’s and queen’s. Then the ultimate gift from the Pillars of the kingdom—its Lords and Ladies—who stand in testament."

He hesitated, then spoke a little louder for everyone to hear:

"And now—our last ritual. If the ceremonial transition is to be accepted in its entirety, the Princess must be blessed and approved by her family. Her kin. Pillars of her kingdom."

Murmurs spread through the courtyard as wind through silver leaves.

marble, dignified, distant.

To his side, Queen Sona sat quietly. Her mouth opened wide enough to show a breath caught, like memory. In her chest, pride flowered—real and bright, the kind that fills lungs and freezes hands.

But on her face, there was more than happiness.

There was something quieter.

Something wiser.

Love, yes. Pride, indeed.

And beneath it all—a quiet hush of sorrow.

Not loud. Not devouring.

Just. present.

A subdued grieving, tucked neatly into the creases of her smile.

Hidden deep within... a spark of bittersweet pain.

For as she gazed at her daughter today—this lovely, adult woman—she knew:

Her childhood was unwinding in her hands like threads of moonlight.

Coming soon: the whispers in the corridors. Offers.

The strategic vows bound by rings.

Discussions of noble families and royal lives.

And of course... the bitter truth:

Lira’s destiny would no longer be hers alone.

Something had happened once—something Sona had promised would never happen again.

Her eyes moved—just a little—towards Leon.

Her hand tightened in her lap, a catch of tension in her knuckles.

Fear? Possessiveness?

Or just the echo of loss?

But in her heart, Sona promised—no matter what happened...

She would not allow history to repeat itself through her daughter.

Leon, still staring at Lira, did not speak.

Frozen.

But beneath the golden warmth of his eyes, something moved.

He sensed it all.

The burden of heritage.

The unspoken break in a mother’s heart.

The pain of time moving on without respite.

All around them, the hum of court began to rise—soft silks rustling, low murmurs, robes whispering.

Not disrespect. Not disturbance.

Merely the shared breath of those who’d lost the use of breath.

And then—

The master of the ceremonies moved out, robes flowing behind like darkness pursuing light.

He held up one hand—not to order, but to balance the air.

"Enough," he said, softly—but unyielding.

His voice did not shatter the quiet.

It sealed it.

Like the last note of a symphony.

Like a curtain being drawn after an act of sacred ritual.

The courtyard waited.

And stillness... came back.

"Let the last act begin," he said, deep with ceremonial solemnity. "Let the princess come forward and kneel before her king and queen."

Then, addressing the seated guests, his voice swelled with formal dignity:

"So, Princess Lira Moonlight... come forward. Kneel before your King and Queen."

Lira’s breath was slow and deep.

She didn’t ascend the stairs.

Rather—graceful, regal—she moved forward to the foot of the dais.

There, under the towering shadow of her father’s throne... and her mother’s unspoken elegance...

She sank to one knee, silk dress unfolding around her like moonlight poured upon marble.

The courtyard was silent.

Her voice sounded—clear, firm, and soft as snow on the ground.

"My King... My Father.

My Mother... My Queen."

She bowed her head with respect, silver lashes whispering against her cheeks.

"As Princess of the Moonstone Kingdom...

As daughter and heir of the House of Moonlight...

As blood of the Crescent Throne..."

I stand before my King and Queen—my father, my mother.

Bless me."

Her voice was not shaking, although her heart was pounding in her chest.

"I was born of your house," she went on, every word heavy with legacy and desire. "Raised by your love. Formed by your rule."

The silver light of the twin moons illuminated her face, but it was not moons she desired now.

"The moon has bestowed its light... but your blessing is the light that leads me."

She bent her head—not as child, not as vassal—but as daughter on the verge of destiny.

Raising her eyes, sapphire eyes shining like twin stars, she held their stare.

She bent again, lower than the first time. Her silver hair fell forward—shining like liquid moonlight.

"I stand before you... requesting your blessing. And your sanction."

A whisper ran through the garden like a breeze over calm water.

Even the lanterns seemed to fade, as if holding their breath to listen.

Every gaze moved toward the thrones.

King Aurelian’s face was still sculpted in stone—unyielding, unreadable.

But Queen Sona—

Her lips parted, shaking. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and then—despite her best attempt—a single tear escaped and followed a quiet path down her cheek.

She put a hand across her heart, voice a whisper aimed solely for the girl standing before her.

"With all my heart, I do."

The King nodded slowly—measured, determined.

"Then rise," he spoke in a deep voice as midnight, "Princess of Moonlight. Because the court sees you. And your kingdom knows you."

Thunderous applause erupted.

And behind it—

Fate shifted.

Silently.

Steadily.

Toward a future none dared yet speak.

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