POV: Kaelira
"Sit down," Ronan said, pulling the single old chair toward her, his eyes never leaving her face.
She sat, hands folded, steady in the way of someone who had been rehearsing this moment for a very long time.
"Your name?" Ronan said.
"Sera, "I served the old royal household before the late King restructured the staff, I kept the Luna records, a position eliminated the same year he eliminated everything else connected to that bloodline."
"You knew my mother?" I said, sitting on the floor across from her because there was nowhere else and I was not standing through whatever came next.
"Very well," Sera said, looking at me with something between relief and grief, "you have grown into her face almost completely, walking through that door was like seeing her again."
I did not
