Ivy’s pov

The next morning a knock on my door startled me. Before I could answer, two maids stepped in, carrying a long box covered in silk cloth.

Behind them trailed another, carrying a tray of breakfast, fruits, bread, and tea that smelled of roses.

“Good morning, Luna,” one of them said with a bow.

Luna?

They were already calling me that?

“We’ve brought your coronation dress,” she continued. “The seamstress finished it overnight, by Lady Felicia’s orders.”

I blinked. ...