The Luna’s Revenge
Dawn came cold and grey with a smell in the air that said the snow was finally going to fall, maybe today, maybe tonight, but soon enough that you could feel it pressing down from the sky that hadn’t quite decided to let it go yet.
Nyx woke before the sun rose and lay in the dark of the room she’d been given, separate from Theron’s but connected by a door that stayed closed because they weren’t marked yet and tradition still mattered even when you were about to break half of it. She could hear the city waking up beyond the window, early risers and merchants and guards changing shifts, all the ordinary sounds of a city that was about to witness something very not ordinary.