Jaxon’s POV
The sun was beginning to dip low over the palace gardens when my mother found me.
I sat under the old oak tree near the eastern wing of the castle. Across from me, sitting on a marble bench was my mother. There was a teacup in her hand, though she had long stopped drinking from it. Her attention was completely on me.
“I need you to help Raven prepare for the Luna coronation,” I told her, folding my arms across my chest. “The presentation is only a few days away, and I trust you to get her ready.”
My mother’s lips pressed together thoughtfully. She set the teacup down on the bench beside her and leaned forward slightly. “Have you told her everything, Jaxon?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
She gave me a pointed look. “You know what I mean. Have you told her about the past?
