His Lesbian Luna

Chapter6

Sera’s POV

Percy stopped outside the door at the end of the corridor and pushed it open.

“The King’s wing,” he said.

I walked in.

He closed the door behind me.

And I stood there.

Because I had agreed to this. Sat across from Damon in that sitting room and said yes to every single condition he laid out and meant it, meant it because I had no other choice, because Cain had sent me here to die and Damon was the only thing standing between me and that but standing in this room was different from agreeing to it in a chair.

This was his room.

It was nothing like the small room they’d put me in before. This was three times the size. A fire already going. Heavy curtains. A window that looked out over the dark mountains. A desk. A wardrobe. A bathing room through the side door.

And the bed.

I was in King Damon’s bedroom.

I looked at it for exactly two seconds then looked at the wall behind it instead.

‘You have slept in worse places,’ Sienna said.

‘That is not the point,’ I told her.

‘What is the point?’

I pressed my palms flat against my thighs and didn’t answer that.

The bathing room was through the side door. Stone tub already filled, steam rising off the surface. I stared at it. Back home in Ashwood I bathed from a bucket. Cold water, shared with three other women, twice a week if we were lucky.

I got in.

The heat swallowed me whole and I sank to my chin and closed my eyes and just — stopped. For the first time in weeks nothing was required of me. No name to be. No face to arrange.

I stayed until my fingers pruned and the water went cold.

There was food on the table when I came back out.

Someone had slipped in while I was bathing. A full tray. Bread, soup, roasted meat, something dark and sweet at the end that I didn’t recognise but ate first because it was there.

I ate everything.

Every single thing on that tray, faster than I meant to, hungrier than I had let myself admit for weeks.

I sat back and felt full. Genuinely full.

For about four minutes.

Then my stomach turned over so hard I was through the bathing room door before I finished the thought and I was sick into the basin. All of it. Every bite of the best meal I had eaten, gone in thirty humiliating seconds.

I sat on the cold stone floor after, back against the wall, and laughed once at the ceiling.

‘Spectacular,’ Demi would have said.

‘Sera. You ate the dessert first.’ Her voice rang in my head.

‘Not now.’ I said wiping my mouth with the back of my hands.

I rinsed my mouth. Went back to the room. Sat in the chair by the fire and watched the flames and told myself this was fine. All of it. Fine.

I was asleep before the fire burned down.

The knock came in the dead of night.

I grabbed the towel off the chair on my way across the room. Wrapped it around myself and pulled the door open.

Damon.

He filled the frame the way he always did. Jacket gone. Sleeves rolled to the forearm. He looked like a man who had just survived three hours of elders and had come out the other side of it intact but not comfortable.

His eyes dropped. Then back up to my face. Very deliberately back to my face.

I looked down.

The towel had slipped.

Not completely. But enough. The top edge had come loose and I was holding it with one hand and the other was still on the door handle and there was a significant amount of me on display that had not agreed to be on display.

Heat flooded my face straight down to my chest.

‘Sienna,’ I thought. ‘I need you to not say a single word right now.’

She said nothing. I could feel her trying not to laugh.

“Your Grace.” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “I wasn’t expecting—”

“There is a gathering tomorrow evening,” he said. His voice was completely even. “Pack members. Two visiting Alphas from the Eastern border. You will attend.”

I blinked. “Alright.”

“Percy will brief you in the morning.” He hadn’t looked away from my face once. Not once. Like he was concentrating very hard on it. “Be ready by sundown.”

“I will be,” I said.

He nodded. Started to turn.

“Damon.” His name again. Coming out before I could stop it.

He stopped. Turned back slowly.

“How did you know to knock?” I said. “You could have just walked in. It’s your room.”

Something moved in his jaw. “It stopped being only my room when I asked you to share it,” he said. And walked away down the corridor.

I stood in the doorway for three full seconds.

Then I closed the door and pressed my back against it and stared at the ceiling.

‘Spectacular,’ Sienna said.

‘I will end you,’ I mumbled her.