His Luna

All about her

Every step Draken took toward his destination seemed to pull him closer to the woman he was searching for. The name that had been spoken in the dining area had ignited a fire within him, an opportunity for redemption and a chance to right the wrongs of the past. It felt as if the moon goddess herself had intervened, granting him the opportunity to rectify his mistake and heal the wounds he had unknowingly inflicted.

The memory of the woman's expression, like a crumpled paper, when he had dismissed her feelings and invalidated her thoughts resurfaced in Draken's mind. Regret coursed through his veins, a painful reminder of the damage he had unintentionally caused. But now, with the possibility that someone bearing the same name resided within Sam's household, Draken seized the opportunity to confirm if it was indeed the woman he had longed for.

As he moved with purpose, the weight of his intentions hung in the air, propelling him forward. Draken's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and hope intertwining within him. This encounter held the potential to reshape their future, to mend the fractures that had formed between them.

With each passing moment, the walls of the room seemed to close in on Draken, the air heavy with anticipation. He reached the door that stood between him and the answers he sought, his hand trembling slightly as he grasped the handle. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open, stepping into the room where his fate awaited.

The house was cloaked in silence as the evening grew late. Chloe mandated that the servants retire after completing their assigned tasks for the day. Only the soldiers and guards remained on high alert, ensuring the safety and security of the premises. The stillness enveloped the house, lending an air of tranquility to the night.

Draken navigated the familiar corridors, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. He followed the path that led to the back door of the kitchen, a well-trodden route used by the servants and workers when they wished to avoid entering the main house. It was a quieter, more discreet entrance, offering a sanctuary for those seeking a momentary respite from the demands of their duties.

Thoughts of Kirsty filled Draken's mind as he made his way through the dimly lit hallway. The connection he felt with her, the shared name that held such significance, tugged at his heart. He knew that Sofie was in capable hands under Rodolfo's care. But there was another woman, Kirsty, whom he yearned to see in this place.