I wake up on the third day of preparation to the sound of Asher's delighted laughter filtering in from the sitting room. For a moment, I let myself just listen—the pure, uncomplicated joy of a child who doesn't know his mother is about to walk into a political battlefield.
When I emerge from my bedroom, I find Asher having breakfast with an unexpected guest.
Luna Vera.
The former Luna sits in the armchair by the window, looking frail but determined. She's dressed simply, her white hair pulled back, but there's steel in her posture despite her obvious illness.
"Isla." Her voice is warm but tired. "Forgive the intrusion. I asked Luna Ava to bring me here. I wanted to speak with you before the final day of preparation."
"Luna Vera." I move into the room, immediately concerned. "Should yo
