LENA'S POV:
As the sun begins to set, casting a soft, golden light over the sprawling gardens. I decided it was a perfect time for a walk. I signaled to a few maids, and we stepped outside. The crisp evening air brushed against my face. My footsteps were light on the gravel, and for a moment, I felt at peace.
But then, just beyond the bend of the garden, I heard them. A cluster of voices, low and hushed, filled with urgency and discontent. I slowed my steps, motioning for the maids to stay quiet as I strained to listen.
“She’s the one,” one voice hissed, a woman’s tone sharp with anger. “She tricked him, manipulated Demien into becoming Luna.”
I felt my heart skip a beat. They were talking about me. I leaned closer, careful to stay hidden behind a tall rose bush.
Another voice, deep
