As pretty as this room was and as breathtaking as the view was I saw this room for what it was. It was only a pretty cell. I moved from one prison to another. It didn’t matter how beautiful it was it was still meant to keep me locked in. A strong wind pushed the treetops and in with it came a feeling of unease. One of the servants, a brunette in a brown dress, shooed the other. I turned to look at her as the servant who was pushed to come get me drew near. I couldn’t see her face because her head was bowed low. Blonde hair pulled back in a low bun, bony shoulders, and a small figure was hidden in a plain brown dress.
“The bath is ready, Luna,” she whispered.
“Thank you.”
I turned to Ethan but he only smiled down at me. Releasing my waist, he walked toward the window, but stopped by the
