Old Luna Suite
As Rebecca entered the opulent chamber, her mother, the old Luna, was being attended to by a trio of maids, who were busily preparing a warm bath scented with lavender and chamomile.
The air was thick with the aroma of luxury and refinement. Rebecca's face lit up with a warm smile as she approached her mother, embracing her with affection.
"Mother, dear," she said, her voice dripping with filial devotion.
But the old Luna's gaze was not on Rebecca; instead, it was fixed on the maids, who were hastily gathering their things and beating a retreat under her piercing stare.
"Leave us," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. The maids scurried out, leaving the two women alone.
Rebecca's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered.
"How are you, Mot
