Walking through the banquet hall one last time before our guests arrived, I couldn’t help but to feel a certain level of pride. I had done this all myself. The walls were covered in silver fabric, to represent the royal line, and the eyes both they and their fated mates always had. The tables were beset with crimson peonies, another nod to the regal hosts of the feast. I had taken Lyra’s words to heart, and regardless of her self-serving reasoning, I had to acknowledge the prudence in using this as an opportunity to ensure everyone knew that I was no longer just a village girl with no family. I was the next Luna, their next Queen.
The gold gown she had helped me choose trailed the floor behind me as I walked, checking that every detail was correct. The food had been cooked to my exact sp
