Lila
I first heard about the séance from the servants.
They weren’t speaking to me. Just walking ahead of me down the corridor—two lower court girls with starched aprons and brunch trays, whispering under their breath like it was a ghost story told at a festival.
“She said the spirit looked right at him. Can you imagine?”
“He didn’t even flinch.”
“I would have fainted! The former Luna speaking from beyond? I mean, if it really was her.”
I slowed my steps, just enough to stay in earshot.
The girls disappeared around the corner, their whispers trailing behind them like a thread I couldn’t catch.
A chill settled at the base of my spine. I didn’t need the details. I didn’t need to ask. I knew.
By the time I made it to the breakfast courtyard, the nobles were talking about it like it h
