Cassie stood outside the council hall, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, the early morning mist clinging to her cloak. Behind the heavy oak doors, the council waited. Mark, Lark, Elder Rami were discussing in hushed tones. The rest of half the palace with ears pressed into the walls.
They wanted answers. Was the to-be crowned Luna a spy?
Cassie wanted the truth.
When the guards opened the doors, she stepped in with purpose. Her boots struck the stone floor like a challenge.
Mark was standing near the hearth, his eyes were hard. Lark leaned silently against the far pillar, his face unreadable. The forged letters were laid out on the council table, weighed down with a silver goblet.
"You called me," she said, voice steady.
"You're the only one who hasn't spoken since this began,
