LILY:
There is an assembly of witches waiting in the palace today. My hopes are high, and I mutter a prayer to the goddess for a breakthrough with Vergil.
As we dress up, I notice his hands fidgeting a bit. I reach for them, bringing them to my lips. I press my lips to them, his eyes remaining on me.
“We will be okay,” I say, placing a hand on his cheek.
He nods. I adjust the collar of his shirt before turning my back to him. He helps with my zip, planting a kiss on my back.
With one last glance at the mirror, we leave the room. When we get to the throne room, we meet the witches.
“Long live the Alpha, and the Luna,” they all chorus.
We walk through their middle until we get to our seat.
“Go on,” I say to Vergil, who looks like he is trying to be careful. He sits, and we face the w
