Maya sat in her room, staring at a single spot on the wall, her body cold, spine rigid, lips parted but soundless.
Her clothes clung to her like a second skin, soaked through, outlining every curve, the fabric dark where it hugged her breasts, her thighs, water dripping from her tangled, wet hair onto the floor in slow, rhythmic drops.
A semi-dry towel clung around her shoulders, useless against the chill soaking into her bones.
The maids moved carefully around her, eyes darting nervously, as they pulled warm pajamas from the wardrobe.
“You need to pull off your wet clothes and rest, Luna,” the maid said softly, her voice trembling.
Maya’s jaw tightened, her eyes never moving from the wall. “I’m not officially pronounced Luna yet, and you all call me that like it’s a curse you’re wa
