Half me and half...
Determined to take control of her destiny, Luna decides to confess her feelings to her best friend, Tandru. But his unexpected reaction will change everything, leaving her to question where she truly belongs.
Trapped between two worlds, Luna leads a double life as she is born with the ability to live alternatively between a modern realm and a medieval one. She awakens to one reality each time she falls asleep in the other.
In Timeless City-the modern world, she is a misunderstood girl, misdiagnosed with narcolepsy and bullied for her strange condition and appearance. To make matters worse, her mother has never helped her and only added salt to her wounds.
Her only solace is her best friend, Tandru, the one person who has always been there for her.
As a child, Luna learned it was dangerous to speak about one world in the other. There was no way to prove her experiences, and people either looked at her strangely or panicked, thinking something was wrong with her. Over time, she adapted, learning to take things as they came, asking few questions, and sharing nothing about her two lives.
In Ether Kingdom-the medieval world, Luna is the daughter of the most powerful duke in the kingdom, commander of the royal army. Her parents have protected her by creating a comfortable estate where her condition poses no burden. The duchy has been carefully designed to meet her every need, and though she is monitored from afar, she has a degree of freedom. However, there is no one her age, and she never leaves her father's lands and no one ever visits. As time passes, Luna begins to suspect that her parents are isolating her because of her condition.
Luna yearns to escape this divided life.
Eager to uncover the truth about the medieval world she lives in, Luna seizes her chance during the night of a grand festival and escapes. But her freedom is short-lived. She's quickly caught by her father’s right hand—River, the vice-commander of the army—who slings her over his shoulder, and no matter how much Luna yells at him to let her go, the tiger of a man doesn't flinch and carries her back.
>> "Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, struggling, so I held her even tighter.
"Put this on!" I groaned, wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!"
"You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, desperately trying to break free of my hold as I struggled with the cloak in my other hand, attempting to drape it over her bare shoulders.
"I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!"
"Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?"
That stopped her.
"What did you call me?!"
"Lunatic!"
"You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder.
She screamed and struggled, but I ignored it, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. And since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the lunatic.
No wonder I hadn’t known Sir Caedmon had a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away.
Strangely, she went suddenly still and quiet.
Had she grown tired or gotten worried about attracting attention or realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before.
After a few more steps, and I started to get anxious—she was limp.
"Hey!"
No answer.
Seriously?! "Hey, you!"
Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious.
"Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t move. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted towards the Commander's house.
