Phoebe breathed deep as Jason helped her out of the limo. Despite his assurances, she couldn’t shake her anxiety. She was about to meet the royal family. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever entertain that thought. Even if she had become Rimrock’s Luna, there was almost no chance that she would stand in front of royalty. Phoebe was anxious but Máni was unimpressed.
For the past week her wolf had been restless and easily annoyed, especially whenever talk about the royal family dominated the conversation, which had been quite often. Norah had painstakingly instructed Phoebe on how to properly meet and greet them. Though the royal family needed to be respected, as Blue Moon’s Luna, Phoebe didn’t need to pander to them. She should be dignified and friendly but not overly accommodating.
