MERRYNBy breakfast, I had apparently become the future Luna of Nocturne. I found out when a servant placed a cup of tea beside my plate and said, with a smile far too knowing for that early in the morning, “Congratulations, Your Grace.”I looked up.“On what?”Her smile faltered, “Nothing, my lady.”“That sounded very much like something.”She lowered her eyes.“I apologize.”I looked toward the other end of the dining hall. Two servants were whispering near the doors. The moment they noticed me watching, they scattered.My stomach tightened. I put my cup down.“What are people saying?”The servant hesitated, “Nothing serious.”“That is never a reassuring answer.”She swallowed.“They’re saying the king has chosen his Luna.”I stared at her.“Who?”Her eyes flicked toward me.“You.”I almost laughed. Instead, I pushed my chair back.“I am not the king’s Luna.”“Of course, my lady.”“And he hasn’t chosen me.”“Yes, my lady.”“And there is no bond between us.”“No, my lady.”“Then why
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