Maurice
I stood up and walked over to the window, my hands clasped behind me as I stared out into the fading light. I heard her rise from the floor, the rustle of fabric behind me faint but distinct. "You should start getting accustomed to living like a Luna," I said, my voice calm and even.
"But I don't want to be your Luna," she said firmly.
I turned around slowly, my gaze locking onto her trembling frame as my feet carried me back toward her. When I reached her, I tilted her chin upward gently, forcing her to look at me. Even though her face was angled toward mine, her eyes stayed lowered.
"I see you're stubborn," I said, my tone low but composed. "If you were truly as scared as you seem, Octavia, you wouldn't dare exchange words with me."
Her breath hitched as she finally lifted
