“You both look good together. You know I didn’t think for a second that a man like Prince Draven will settle for a woman like you,” Lady Abigail said ‘you’ in the most demeaning way I’d ever heard anyone say it. She was sorting through a large drawer in an ancient house that was stacked with different royal attires. Each attire had its own history and she earlier explained that every incoming Luna got a chance to choose the regalia she wanted on her mating ceremony as opposed to the belief that a particular dress was passed from one queen to another.
“Abigail, I need to apologize to you,” I started, but her cold laugh stopped me short. She stopped searching the drawer and turned around to face me. I chose to ignore her cynical look and continued “The other time I accused you…”
She raised a hand to silence me “You have nothing to apologize for, Esmeray,” she stopped and sighed “Briana was my only daughter, and she was beautiful….” She started to reach into her garment pockets where she
