Lucivar quickly inserted himself. "Let's just take it one step at a time, alright? Everyone breathe. Let's not start a cross-species war in the throne room."
Luna wasn't breathing. Her lungs were working, sure, but her chest felt like a battlefield. This wasn't a throne room anymore, it was a courtroom where she stood trial for her own damn life.
She was done.
Done watching grown men decide her fate. Done listening to arguments.
The room blurred as frustration built up inside her. She had lost control the moment she kept her mouth shut at the Blood Moon Festival. That silence had grown teeth and now it was biting her right in the soul.
Damien, King of Drama didn't think of any other way to handle this except crashing the most expensive wedding of the year. Maybe he thought he was being romantic, but to Luna, he was just being an arsehole.
