The Moon Ignored Every Royal Bloodline—Then Chose the Girl Who Was Forbidden to Use Magic

### PART 1 — When the Moon Refused Every Crown

Once every hundred years, the Moon chose the next ruler.

No election.

No war.

No inheritance.

Only moonlight.

When the Silver Moon reached its highest point, its light would fall upon the one destined to become queen.

For nearly a thousand years, it had always chosen someone of royal blood.

Until the night everything changed.

Princesses from every noble house stood inside the Circle of Stars, wearing silver gowns stitched with moonstone thread.

Thousands watched from the palace gardens.

The kingdom waited in silence.

The High Priest raised his staff.

"May the Moon reveal our queen."

The clouds drifted apart.

Silver light poured from the sky.

It touched one princess.

Then another.

Each time, the light faded.

Murmurs spread through the crowd.

The Moon had rejected every heir.

Then the light suddenly changed direction.

It crossed the royal gardens.

It crossed the palace walls.

It crossed the city.

Far beyond the celebration, deep inside the forgotten forest, a young woman gathering herbs looked up in confusion.

Her name was Lyra.

She had spent her entire life hiding.

Not because she was a criminal.

Because she carried forbidden magic.

When she was a child, silver fire had appeared in her hands during a village festival.

The elders declared her cursed.

Her mother disappeared the following night.

Her father never spoke of magic again.

So Lyra lived alone beside the forest, helping travelers with herbs while hiding the strange power that sometimes shimmered beneath her skin.

Now the moonlight surrounded her.

The entire forest glowed.

Flowers bloomed instantly beneath her feet.

The trees bent as if bowing.

A glowing silver crown slowly formed above her head.

Hundreds of birds filled the sky.

Lyra stepped backward.

"No... this can't be happening.\