REBECCA
The Luna looked like she was about to lose it: it was a rather frightening sight – and I was actively involved in a war.
Her hands were shaking, her grey eyes were flaming, and her mouth was set in a thin line: the depiction of anger.
Say nothing, Reiner warned me. Not a word, Becks. Engage with her only if she speaks directly to you. Let my father and I handle her.
Why’s she so upset?
Having been around Isabelle and Reiner for basically my whole life, I could make some guesses about it: I knew Luna Sheila didn’t approve of her children befriending commoners (let alone, I imagined, mating them), and I knew she was all about appearances. The fact that Reiner hadn’t gone to the party in his honor, and that we were mates, must have made her go mad … but that level of anger seemed
