Selene’s povThe walk back to the packhouse felt longer than it should. Maybe because my head was still spinning from everything—marriage, vows, blood rituals, being called Luna like I’d been born for this. The moment we got into the house, two maids hurried over, all smiles, their arms out to collect the bags Sara and I carried from the marketplace.‘Luna, let us take that,’ a voice said politely. Almost too polite.I handed the bags over muttering, ‘Thanks.’Sara glanced at me, reading my mood like she always does. She didn’t comment though, just gave that reassuring smile that says you’ll live. Easy for her to say.I hadn’t even managed to take a seat or draw breath when an older woman appeared. Robes flowing the floor, silver in her hair, posture sharp enough to cut glass. She bowed low… why does that still feel weird? and then she rose to look at me.“Luna,” she said, her voice smooth but firm. “It is time for your check-up and your daily Luna training.”I blinked at her. “Again
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