The days that followed the trial settled into a strange new rhythm. Luna was no longer treated as an ordinary servant, though she was not yet treated as anything else either. She moved through the palace with two guards trailing a few steps behind her at all times, their presence a constant reminder that safety and captivity sometimes wore the same face.
She spent most of her hours near Kael now, officially assigned to his chambers, though the work she did there had little to do with serving meals or straightening his study. Feya had insisted on daily sessions where Luna answered questions from a small panel of council members about her past, her family, anything she could remember from before she was sold into slavery, all of it recorded carefully by a scribe who never once looked up fro
