Ariella's POV
Francis paced back and forth in his office, his hands clasped behind his back, a deep frown on his face. The tension in the room was suffocating, and I felt the heat of my anger rising.
“You have no idea how dangerous it is out there,” he said, his voice sounding frustrated. “You can’t just wander off whenever you please, Ariella. You’re not just anyone; you’re the future Luna.”
“I know who I am,” I shot back, my voice shaking with building-up anger. “But I can’t lead if I don’t understand the people. I need to see how they live, and how they work. I’m not a child, Francis. I can take care of myself.”
He stopped pacing and turned to face me, his eyes blazing. “It’s not about you being a child. It’s about your safety. There are threats you don’t even know about. I won’t
