I Am The Luna Queen
But when I woke up…
It wasn’t my ceiling I stared at.
The air was heavy, thick with the scent of smoke and herbs, something cloying and strange. A chill pressed into my skin, though the surface beneath me was warm—too warm, like I was lying on silk sheets pulled from a fever dream. My eyes fluttered, my chest heaved, and the sound hit me first.
Crying.
Dozens of soft, choked sobs echoing around me, broken only by frantic whispers.
“My Queen—please, please open your eyes—”
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