Valentin
Two Years Into the Great War
Valentin Lunerly, his surname reclaimed, watched as the table of councilmembers entered the dimly lit chamber. They were nearly silent as they sat in their seats, made of haphazardly cut stone. The shadows were cast on their faces in a way that made the hollows of their faces look even worse. They looked like a room full of ghosts, trapped in the dilapidated mess that used to be the Luna castle.
Seated at the head, looking more gaunt than the rest, was Victoria Luna. Her long, red curls were shorn short. Draped around her shoulders was a thick fur. She looked both decrepitid and regal all at once. She pressed her palms into the stone table in front of her and pushed herself up.
“We’re losing the war,”
The entire council was silent amongst the fli
