The next morning was unusually quiet.
Jenna stood by the wide arched window of her chambers, the sky painted in soft hues of pale gold and misty blue. The courtyard below bustled faintly with movement—servants sweeping, warriors training but none of it touched her. She stood there, arms wrapped around herself, feeling like an ornament trapped in someone else’s glass castle.
A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts.
She turned just as the door creaked open and a bright-eyed girl with russet curls popped her head in with cheeks flushed pink and eyes so wide with excitement it made Jenna blink.
“Um—hello?” the girl chirped. “Are you… Jenna? I mean—Luna Jenna?”
Jenna blinked. “Yes but not your Luna”
The girl beamed and stepped in, holding a folded apron in her hands. The girl curtsied w
