Elora’s POV
Yes, he just said it. Well, everyone already knows me as Luna, but something about him saying this felt off.
The festival’s noise just wouldn’t leave my head; it felt like it was stowed away in my ears, hanging around long after the lanterns sputtered out. The hall reeked of wine that’d gone everywhere except the goblets, roast meat, roses that were pretty hours ago but now just sagged off the pillars looking tragic. My feet? Screaming murder after standing, smiling, and doing the “good evening, Your Grace” routine to a ton of nobles and warriors who looked at me like I was actually important. Weird feeling. My throat felt like sandpaper from all that polite nonsense, but deep down? I kept replaying Dominic’s words.
The sound still echoed between my ears. “This is Elora. My
