Rise of the Luna Queen

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quinted my eyelids. They seemed so heavy just now, but I got them open

nfamiliar compared to the peeling plaster o

to move around. My arms were heavy, restrained

e previous day came rushing back, stumbling into the pack's bor

t, but my mind was filled with the final, unexpected memory, him

ng gaze, who commanded the room with

of him. The way his deep voic

eyes had locked on mi

admit it, disappointed by the fac

ou're

ze toward the door, where a w

h her eyes, and I noted the s

hine?" she inquired, probin

I muttered, my voice hoarse

ing something down on a clipboard. "You had quite

rds lingered in my mind

fter..." My words faltered as a fla

d me. But who was he? A

my IV. "Rest for now. Your injuries were severe, but the healers are conf

urther, she left, leaving

rred in the sterile room, broken only by the

o look me in my eyes as if my presen

second day that I hea

ispered to another, her voice was low but audible

one laced with suspicion. "Maybe she's not

w? She doesn't smell like royalty. And

in blanket, and my pulse was rac

quieter now, almost reverent. "He's been acting

zation dawned. My savior, the strange

s came in inexpertly, blank masks of professionalism at first, but I

ay?" One of them asked,

it's hard to tell when no one bo

my directness. She glanced at her colleague,

st," she said,

need are answers. Who brought me here? Why am I h

of them

ssed, my voice soft

d over the controls, and she quickly excused herself,

e "It's not about me saying anything and that's all. But yes, the King brought

s about

He doesn't normally involve himself with

ue for years, used to the disdain and suspicion that came

on," I said, more to

gave me a cautious look be

en in his absence wouldn't leave me. It was like there was an i

tlessly in my head. Where is he? she growled m

ng. If he had rescued me for some kind of kindness, guilt,

hey wanted to ask something but did not dare. And when I pretended to

is quarters since the inc

hink he r

regret whatever conne

ection. That was the part I couldn

nce had left a mark on me, so

if she had endeavoured to heal my ribs and leg. She was old, light of ha

aid, her voice soft but firm

ld ask the gnawing question that had bee

hands hovering over my

I asked, my voice ba

before giving the following response,

g after she had left the room, yo

nstricted on the edge of the blanket, as if

ooking and imposing, as if the king himself had ordered hi

e under strict supervision until furt

k the surprise I felt. "Does he make

t he kept his tone even. "The

heel and was gone, the doo

old, seeping into my bones. I was here at the king's

didn't know what it was but I woul

ever the King wanted, I was prepared to face