Elsa’s pov
The palace was in chaos. Everywhere I turned, people rushed about with arms full of decorations, trays of polished silverware, and bolts of silk to drape across the great hall. The air was heavy with the scent of wax, polished wood, and nervous excitement. Tomorrow was the day of Crystal’s convocation the day she would be formally recognized as Luna.
And today was the day she would make certain I remembered my place.
I was ordered into the fitting chamber early, long before the others. Crystal lounged in front of a wide mirror, surrounded by gowns that shimmered with beads and gems. She didn’t even glance at me as I bowed stiffly.
“You’re late,” she said lazily, though we both knew I wasn’t. “Help me dress.”
Her tone was casual, but the command pressed down like iron. I st
