Lunaria’s POV.
I got to the king's quarters but didn’t find anyone there.
It was disturbing which had me turning back and heading for my room.
I silently prayed that I would not bump into Lillian or her mother. I had enough issues to deal with on my own.
I still didn’t know what my stepmother hated me for.
Had I done something to her in her sleep or did she naturally hate me for existing. I couldn’t say but it was disturbing to know that I was hated for nothing that I knew about.
I got back to my room and sat in bed.
I was jittery about the future conversation I would have with my father.
I waited until the moon was high and the house was still, for that was the only time he had to speak with me.
The room that my father used as a study glowed faintly in the dark. Here he kept his
