"Prodigal Luna? Excuse me?" I asked, unable to stop myself. I could feel Kaelan's eyes boring into my skin, a silent warning, but the insult had already lit a short fuse in my chest.She cleared her throat, before plastering on a smile so false it was almost insulting. "Pardon my manners, Your Majesties. Please, let's proceed to the table," she said, motioning to a vast dining hall.We settled in, and she immediately engaged Kaelan in talk of pack trade and border patrols, her words carefully sculpted to exclude me. I was furniture.Then, a shriek came from the west wing, and I turned to see someone I never expected.Isolde?What was she doing here? A cold trickle of foreboding dripped down my spine."Oh my Gosh, Your Majesty! I didn't know you were here!" she gushed, fluttering to where we sat. "Why didn't you tell me, Mum?" she asked, facing the Empress."Mum?" I blurted without meaning to. The Grand Empress is Isolde’s mother?"Yes. Mum," the Empress said, her smile now dripping wi
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