The knock came again and again, shaking me out of my thoughts.
“Come in.”
The door opened and Lady Linda stepped in.
“Greetings, Luna,” she bowed.
Luna… that word felt both humiliating and like mockery.
Was I treated like one, or just a figurehead and a placeholder? I could almost hear the ridicule and disdain in their hearts when they called me Luna. That’s even for those who bothered pretending—others simply didn’t care to hide their disgust for me.
Although Linda meant no harm and was one of the few friends I had here, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself at that title.
“Is anything the problem, Luna?” she asked when she saw me laugh dryly.
That word again.
“I’m fine, but I have told you to call me Olivia,” I rebuked. “I’m not qualified to be called your Luna,” I added.
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