Amelia's POV

The private study smells like old leather and ambition. I settle into the chair across from Elder Miriam, my posture perfect, my expression serene. Four other elders fill the remaining seats—Elder Tony, Elder Ella, Elder Michael, and Elder Helena. All of them lost family in the war. All of them remember what a real Luna looks like.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice." Elder Miriam's weathered hands fold on the mahogany table. "We have a ...