Back to the present...
Seeing Aya in a ghost shape, utterly absent-minded, gave Luna the clue that the queen merely had taken the soul out of her body. She couldn't even breathe properly, thus expecting her to explain was not logical. She took her to another room and made her rest on the bed. Dragging the blanket on her, she caressed her hair.
"All will pass, darling." She stood up, the girl was shaking in turmoil, perhaps wanted to be alone and she comprehended the situation. When the queen beat Ryan down, not allowing him to say farewell, she had the same feelings, however, she wasn't even permitted to cry.
Luna went to the hall, dismissed her maidens to have rest.
Wilmore flashed to her, grabbing her to the bedroom, he began to check on her body, sniffed her scent.
"Did he hurt you?"
Luna smirked, "do you know that he likes you?"
Wilmore's eyes circled, he coughed and pulled back.
"It seems you are fine!"
