A woman with a stern face led us to King Joseph’s office wordlessly. Perhaps if she’s introduced herself, or even smiled, it would have made me feel more at ease but alas, her cold demeanor has left my imagination to run wild as we made our way down the stairs into the office area.
We enter the office area and stop outside a large, wooden door, but doesn’t even have the chance to knock. “Enter,” his booming voice says from the other side and she opens the door, allowing us to enter. “Just Celeste. There’s no need for you, Randall. Go to Peter’s office.”
“Sir,” he begins to protest but the King looks up with a glare that says he’s not to be argued with.
“If I remember correctly, your Luna is perfectly capable of handling herself.”
Randall smirks and looks at me. “That she is,” h
