She was back on track.
For months the fear of the future, pain and tiredness had chained her, trapping her in another world to sadly and helplessly watch her life fall apart.
Surrendering to Rhys' will because she'd been too tired and afraid to stand on her own.
It was time to put an end to that pitiful chapter, that wasn't her, that fragile and weak creature that Isadore hadn't recognized looking in the mirror in the last months.
It hadn't been her.
Because Isadore perhaps would never have become the Luna that Sioggard needed nor did she knew why fate had made her a princess of the Moon.
But she certainly had all the needed attributes.
Spoiled since she was born, haughty and capricious, Isadore had grown up with all the comforts that the title of Uncle Viktor and the status of Rhys
