Ariella's POV
I watched Francis storm out of the room, his anger palpable even as the heavy doors slammed shut behind him. I could still feel the heat of his fury, like an ember burning in my chest.
Why did everything have to be so complicated with Francis around? Why couldn’t he understand that I was just trying to find my own way? Tears stung my eyes as I sat there, feeling the weight of my responsibilities pressing down on me.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The reality of what I had done hit me like a wave. My hands trembled, and I sank into a nearby chair, burying my face in my hands.
Francis was the prime minister, the man with the power to decide my fate as Luna, and I had just enraged him. But at that moment, I didn’t care. His demands felt like a noose
