The grand hall buzzed with quiet anticipation as Stefano led me through the castle corridors toward a room where the servants were gathered. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender, and sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, generating unique patterns on the polished marble floors.
As we entered, the low murmur of voices ceased immediately, and two neat rows of servants stood at attention. Their uniforms were pristine, varying slightly depending on their roles, a distinction I couldn’t miss.
“At ease,” Stefano ordered, his deep voice carrying an air of authority that demanded respect but didn’t incite fear.
The staff visibly relaxed, though their gazes remained fixed on us, particularly on me.
“This is your Luna,” Stefano began, his tone measured but warm enough
