[POV: Solenne]
When Thalos mentioned that she would be learning etiquette, she hadn't thought about it much—but now, standing before her was an older woman with a stern expression.
Lady Erayne was almost marble-like, her posture flawless for her age. Her silver hair was long and braided into a crown so severe it stretched her face tight, emphasizing the determined set of her mouth and the steel-gray of her eyes.
"You are the Luna of the Crimson Moon," she bit out, pacing a slow circle around Solenne. "Your every action will be watched. Wolves are creatures of instinct—they will not remember your words, but they will remember the way you sit, the way you look at them, the way you grasp the air around you. Posture. Presence. Poise."
Solenne clasped her hands together demurely and straightened until her spine protested. The governess clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Too stiff. You look like a rabbit about to be slaughtered."
