~ELOWEN'S POV~
"Do you really expect me to sleep in this place?" My voice rose before I could stop it.
The servant girl at the door froze, clutching the folded blanket in her arms. She looked no older than sixteen, her eyes darting nervously toward the large bed in the middle of the room.
"It's the best guest chamber, Luna," she whispered, dropping her gaze.
Her calling me that word again made my stomach twist. My hand instinctively went to my lower belly, but I pushed the thought away.
I wasn't anyone's Luna anymore.
"I'm not your Luna," I snapped, sharper than I intended. The girl trembled, and guilt burned my throat. "Just… leave it there and go."
She nodded quickly, placing the blanket down and scurrying out, closing the door softly behind her.
I hated everything right now... The room was too polished and carefully arranged, as though Sylion wanted to remind me every second that I was still inside his walls.
