"But I am not allowed," Luna uttered.
"You are when I want." He gestured.
"Alright, Wilmore."
He nodded, satisfied.
"Now, I can eat."
Luna eagerly stood up and dashed to the clothing room, going to her dresser, thrusting herself inside a gown, picking the vial that Master Gaven had given her, she let out a puff of the liquid that was as if perfume but for her, it had no scent.
She went back and strode to the door, "Helena, Kate! Your grace is awake please bring him food."
The door slammed back and Bryant popped inside. Luna jolted. Why was he so rude?
She scowled, "how dare you to enter and disturb him like this?"
She growled, instead she received a shocked but rough look, Bryant approached her, bending on her, she leaned back. He sounded ominous, to her.
"Lady Luna, I brought you here and I can do what I want when it comes to him so be careful when I am around him."
