The two guards stood stiff as boards, shooting nervous side-eyes at each other.
They stared at the woman before them. Her black cloak billowed in the wind, and her presence was dominating.
“I want to meet the Luna,” Alexa said again, calm but demanding.
Guard Thomas stepped forward, his grip firm on his weapon. “What’s your name and business? No one sees the Luna without,"
“Without what?” She cut him off, her lips curling into a cold smile. “Permission from ordinary guards?”
Before Thomas could finish embarrassing himself, the heavy clomp of boots approached them.
Martins, the head guard, emerged from the shadows. His face was stern, and his eyes immediately locked onto Alexa with suspicion.
“What’s happening here?” Martins barked, his voice rolling out like thunder.
Thomas tried
