Lily
I stood by the window of my room, looking down at the courtyard. From this height, the DuskMoon grounds looked like a perfectly orchestrated play. The silver-and-blue banners of our crest snapped in the morning wind, wrapped tightly around every stone pillar. I couldn't see the silver cutlery or the polished mahogany of the banquet hall from here, but I knew they were there. I could hear the distant, frantic clatter of crates being moved and the muffled shouts of the staff as they prepared for the world to arrive at our doorstep.
"Luna? We’re ready for you."
I turned away from the glass and walked over to the vanity. I sat down, the leather of the chair cool against my skin. The air in the room was already thick, a cloying mix of hairspray and the expensive, floral perfumes Rowan p
