As soon as the commotion erupted outside my door, I froze. The muffled sounds of raised voices in the hallway were unmistakable, with one of them sharp and commanding. It was Rigz.
Curiosity battled with caution, but concern won out. I opened the door slightly, peeking out to see Rigz standing firm, blocking two castle guards. His expression was unpleasant and his voice cold and unwavering as he spoke.
“She is not to be disturbed,” he growled, arms crossed over his broad chest.
“We have orders, Rigz,” one of the guards replied, his tone hesitant but firm. “The elders demand to see the Luna immediately.”
“Then the elders can make an appointment,” Rigz snapped. “She’s not a pawn to be summoned at their whim. Leave, now.”
The guards exchanged nervous glances but didn’t move. “This isn’t
