The dining hall felt heavy as usual.
The chandeliers, burned brighter than usual, with each flame flickering brightly. There was a stretch of polished oak, lined with silver and crystal, gleaming under torchlight.
Aire stepped in last.
No one had come to walk her in, as they should to a new Luna. That was tradition. However, when it got to her turn, there was no announcement, no escort, and no acknowledgment.
Her gaze didn't linger. She walked forward like she belonged there, even if no one else believed it.
The table was already filled.
At the head sat King Elijah, composed as ever, with a soft smile playing on his lips. To him, this was just another gathering where everyone trembled at his wish.
The air taste like quiet rebellion, and Aire didn't like it. She couldn't swallow.
To his right, the triplets sat.
Nate sat still, with his posture straight,and his gaze forward. His expression was unreadable. Aire couldn't tell if he wanted to be here, or not.
