Alexa
"Luna," Lucy said softly, her voice cutting through the air, as she dropped the basket of black linens onto the floor and approached me.
I turned away from the rumpled bed, to face her. I hadn't even heard her come in. Wasn't she interrogated, or did she get a pass?
I had just finished eating; the lingering taste of muffled bread still clung to my tongue as I lay resting, lost in my thoughts of exhaustion.
"Does that mean Nana is getting married to His Majesty?" she asked, her brow creasing into a frown.
Congratulations to her—at least she finally found out.
"Yes, Lucy," I sighed, my eyes falling onto the black linens.
Yes, that color suited me for now. It seemed I was a cursed she-wolf, a relative of disaster, because everywhere I went, they were there—waiting for me
