Alexa

"Luna," Lucy said softly, her voice cutting through the air, as she dropped the basket of black linens onto the floor and approached me.

I turned away from the rumpled bed, to face her. I hadn't even heard her come in. Wasn't she interrogated, or did she get a pass?

I had just finished eating; the lingering taste of muffled bread still clung to my tongue as I lay resting, lost in my thoughts of exhaustion.

"Does that mean Nana is getting married to His Majesty?" she asked, her brow ...