Nicholas
I stood before the King in his chambers. He was angrily pacing the length of the room. Back and forth, back and forth. Occasionally he would stop to shout at me, but he’d always break himself off, unfinished, and continue pacing.
“How could you think –?”
“You deliberately disobeyed –!”
“What do I even –?”
A few minutes in, his face was turning red, and my mother, the Luna was forced to intervene. She stood in his path to keep him from pacing, then whispered into his ear.
I never totally understood their relationship. My mother was a private person. And though the two of them often gave compliments to each other, any meaningful conversations only went on behind closed doors.
Truthfully, even after knowing them both my entire life, I had no idea if they even liked each other
