Author's POV
Under the moonlight, Bartell returned to the main hall and approached Margaret Blackwood.
"Luna, she's kneeling as instructed," he reported dutifully.
"Did she say anything?" Margaret asked, skimming the foam from her teacup with practiced precision.
Bartell answered truthfully, "No, Luna. As you know, Luna Viya has always been obedient."
"Hmph."
Margaret scoffed coldly, setting down her untouched teacup with a sharp clatter. Her clouded eyes darkened with suspicion. "Obedient? I think she's got all of you wrapped around her little finger!"
Bartell sighed softly, attempting to reason with her. "Please don't upset yourself, Luna. Why let her damage your health with worry?"
"How can I not be upset?" Margaret snarled through clenched teeth. "When she wen
