*Gabriel*
“What do you mean, I have to sit with the Luna Dagobert?” I say. “I don’t want to.”
Theo lights a cheroot and glares at me over the trail of smoke. “You’re acting more like a four-year-old child than a grown man. Of course you’re sitting next to the Luna. She’s the highest-ranking individual in the castle barring yourself; she has known you since you were a child; she will be to your right.”
“I want to sit next to Ella,” I say, ignoring the truth of Theo’s statement. “Like last night. I’ll dine en famille.”
“You will not,” Theo states. “Miss Ellanora Cinders, sometimes known as Anastasia, is to sit with her godmother, Luna Wrethe, as well as Alpha Hathaway. I don’t want to puncture whatever pleasant dream you’re having of transforming the illegitimate swineherd’s daughter int
