Fiore’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. She glanced at Elia, who was still sleeping deeply, her face pale and troubled even in rest. A wave of exhaustion washed over Fiore, but she couldn’t afford the luxury of sleep just yet.
“Come in,” she called, her voice sharper than she intended. As the door creaked open, a man appeared..
"Reginald is summoning you, Luna," he said quietly.
Fiore let out a bitter laugh. She stood from the sofa, stretching her stiff muscles, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her voice laced with venom. “Not if you don’t even respect me as one.”
She brushed past him, purposefully bumping his shoulder with her own as she strode out of the room. Her anger was hot and volatile, bubbling up at the slightest provocation. Being
