Luna's body ached all over. Today she was supposed to learn how to walk like a courtier lady with that lace covering her vision. Books on her head, with that, if she had another seize close to hunt her down, she couldn't even notice it.
While flipping the pages of a poetry book in front of her, her mind still was strolling over the night that Wilmore saved her. That night she killed a man and fainted in his arms after witnessing what they were and her head was heavy.
When she opened her eyes, she was in her bed and did not want to see anyone however Natasha was forcing herself inside. She was alone too but gratefully, she spoke to her, disclosed her issue. But even that time she was only thinking about one person, Wilmore Bolingtone.
