The following week’s morning sunlight streamed faintly through the tall arched windows of the palace dining hall.
Seated at the far end were Leander, Thomas, Lyla, and Elanora—the only ones present. The faint clinking of cutlery on porcelain was the only sound.
Moira appeared at the entrance, moving slowly, her back straight, though her hands trembled ever so slightly at her sides. She still wasn’t free around everyone because of what has been happening to her lately. Selene’s words from last night echoed in her mind: Don’t be afraid. Just be free.
Taking a quiet breath, Moira walked forward, her soft shoes barely making a sound. She pulled out the chair opposite Lyla and sat down with a quiet grace.
Elanora’s gaze slid to her instantly, and a flash of irritation crossed her face. So…
