Jessamyn bit her tongue, holding back the storm of thoughts racing through her mind. She wasn't supposed to reveal what she had learned from the council to others.
Lycaon Wulfhednar was celebrated as the savior of Ayberia, the one destined to restore the kingdom to its former glory. Yet, the general public remained oblivious to the true lore of Gemma Luna. This secret knowledge was confined to priests and the Archons, or so her master had informed her.
She was surprised Jerrick had no inkling about Gemma Luna, but then again, his interests lay elsewhere.
Blinking, she scrambled to find a way out of her predicament. "It's nothing," she waved her hand dismissively. "Just something I read in one of those romance novels... I must have confused it with reality," she said with a grimace.
