At this point, I am convinced the Moon Goddess hates me.
So many problems all at once, and I do not even know where to begin. Should I just count my days and accept my impending doom? Or keep risking everything to save Mother?
I sigh under the night shower, letting the water wash away the soap clinging to my skin. I have lost track of how long I have been standing here, and for a moment, I consider spending the night beneath the spray.
In the end, I force myself to move.
Wrapping a towel around my body, I remind myself that I still have a male to hunt for my heat.
Maybe if I take a stroll, I will find a sane one willing to help.
There are a few court male servants. Their quarters are across from ours.
Maybe… there will be someone.
By the moon, I cannot believe I am actually going t
