FLASHBACK: A WEEK BEFORE THE LUNA’S DEATH.
NB: VIVIAN’S FATHER NAME IS HENRY.
The Luna sat before her vanity, her long hair cascading down as her maids carefully combed and braided it. The scent of lavender and jasmine filled the air, a calming presence in the dimly lit room. She exhaled softly, enjoying the rare moment of peace.
A knock sounded at the door.
She stiffened slightly, recognizing the pattern of the knock before the voice followed.
“My Luna,” came the deep voice from the other side. “It’s Henry.”
Her fingers tightened in her lap. She met the eyes of her maids through the mirror. “Leave us.”
The maids hesitated, exchanging glances before bowing and silently slipping out of the room. The moment the door shut behind them, she turned in her chair.
“Henry,” she said, her vo
