The Kingdom of Light
He was wearing the same kind of clothes that Nicolais was, but his tunic was white, and instead of golden embroidery, his was silver.
“It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Miss Jones,” he said, bowing before me.
As if I had just been pulled out of my head with his words, my body simply started moving. I walked with fast-paced steps towards him, reaching my hand out. “Nonsense, the honor is mine. Just call me Luna.”
Obviously confused, he took my hand, like he had never given a handshake before. “Very well,” he said, a tight smile on his face, “Luna.”
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