Pedra da Lua e Sombras
Translated from Moonstone and Shadows
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Ongoing, First published May 23, 2026

A narrativa traça os primeiros dias de uma princesa navegando as restrições da vida real. Confinada pelo dever e desejo de liberdade, ela encontra conexão inesperada através de memórias de infância e encontros com aqueles fora de sua estação - incluindo um misterioso menino estável e um capitão chamado Yoongi. Como um incidente dramático envolvendo um unicórnio envenenado se desenrola, a coragem da princesa é revelada, embora não sem tensão familiar. Sob a superfície de sua vida política cortês, no entanto, sombras se agitam. Whips.
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