Rejected Luna: Royal blood
His presence was comforting, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Good morning, Luna,” he said, his voice teasing but full of affection.
“Good morning,” I replied, stretching slightly. It was still surreal to hear him call me that, but I was slowly getting used to it.
As I sat up, Rollins handed me a dress that had been neatly folded on the bedside table. It was a beautiful, soft blue gown, simple yet elegant, with delicate embroidery around the neckline. “This was brought up for you,” he said. “Mia thought you might like it.”