C18 18 - The Last Moonborn

“Welcome home, Princess.”

The words rang in the Temple of Moonlight as scores of ancient spirits bowed to Araceli. Their voices were equally courteous, and they echoed the hail until it appeared to fill every corner of the chamber.

Araceli stood motionless, unable to move, unable to talk. Princess, The title was ludicrous, impossible to believe. She'd been an omega all her life, a servant