Brandon came in just in time.
"Moonheart, she's…"
"Rivena… I'm Rivena," she finished, offering a small smile.
Silence stretched longer than it should have as Emma studied her.
"Emma," Emma replied.
"I know who you are. Nice to be at your service my Queen Luna." She dipped her head, picked up the basket, and walked out with a soft smile, too smooth, too careful—like she had been waiting for this moment.
Emma watched her go, eyebrows slightly lifted.
"I thought you said it was just us," she said, turning to Brandon.
"It was supposed to be," he answered, stepping closer. "The High Luna insisted. She made the arrangements. More staff and guards are on their way too."
"And you didn't think I should know?"
