HIS FATHER'S LUNA
She nodded instead, and let Naya guide her by the elbow, back through the corridors she'd crossed that morning with a crown on her head and hope, however small, still alive in her chest.
That hope felt very far away now.
The tutoring chamber smelled of old parchment and ink. Three tutors waited when Emma arrived. An elderly man with spectacles perched low on his nose, a stern-faced woman holding a stack of leather-bound law texts, and a younger scholar arranging maps of the continent across a long wooden table.
"Your Majesty." The elderly man bowed. "I am Tobias, Master of Royal History. This is Lady Prisca, who will instruct you in law, and young Master Alden, who handles matters of diploma