Queen:
The messenger arrived before dawn.
I had been awake for hours, pacing the length of my chambers, the unease from last night’s patrols gnawing at me like a slow, relentless tide. The reports from my own eyes and ears—wolves loyal to my crown—had been troubling enough. The rogue attacks were growing more organized, their encroachment more daring. But what the guard at my door carried was something heavier. More dangerous.
“Your Majesty,” the young man bowed low, eyes sharp despite the hour. “We’ve… uncovered something you need to hear.”
I gestured for him to enter, closing the doors behind him. “Speak.”
He hesitated—not from fear of me, but from the weight of what he was about to say.
“It’s about the Luna, Stella,” he began carefully. “And Mira, the one who was caught spying.”
