Ivory
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a faint glow across the room. I stirred from sleep, disoriented until the noise outside sharpened my awareness. Chanting voices, angry and relentless, pierced the morning silence, dragging me fully into consciousness. I lay still for a moment, hoping it was just a figment of my dreams, but the protest chants were unmistakably real.
"We do not want a traitor for a Luna!
A murderer can't be our Luna!
A jailbird can't be our Luna!
We want justice!
Melissa deserves justice!"
Their cries grew louder, a crescendo of accusations that hammered against my resolve. My heart sank, and for a moment, I was paralysed with fear. I knew I had to face this, but the thought of confronting such animosity made my stomach
