The Rejected Luna
When the moment passed, he leaned close enough that only she could hear.
“You’ll pay for that hesitation.”
She met his gaze. “Then charge interest.”
His smile flickered , genuine this time, sharp and fleeting.
Then, just as quickly, he turned away.
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Later that night, when the hall had emptied and the candles guttered to low embers, Luna sat alone by the window of her chamber. The moonlight poured through the lattice like silver fire, spilling across the floor. Her knees still ached from the cold marble, but she refused to regret it.
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