LYKOS
Calista's parents froze in shock, their faces filled with disbelief and confusion. Her father stepped forward, trying to make sense of the situation. "This is all so rushed," he finally said, his voice heavy with the weight of tradition and expectation. "This is not how we normally do things. You were supposed to ask for her hand first, not... this," he said, and Calista stepped forward, her eyes pleading.
"It is my fault," she admitted, her voice trembling as she looked at her parents. “Please, Father, don’t be mad at him. I was afraid. I was afraid you would reject him and force me to marry someone else who would provide what you desired."
Her words cut like a dagger, and sadness crept across her mother's face. The Luna’s eyes filled with unshed tears as she took in the despera
