The thoughts of the little boy had stolen the Luna's sleep. Throughout the night, she wrestled with the possibility that Ryan might be her grandchild although she still didn't know how that could be possible. Unable to rest, she finally got out of bed, pulling on a golden morning coat and slipping into her bedroom slippers. Distracted, she made her way to the side of the mansion where the old throne room was located to check on her prisoner. She stepped lightly, her footsteps nearly inaudible as she consciously maintained her quiet to avoid drawing attention. The corridor she walked through was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight providing a faint glow. In the darkness, anyone who saw her would only see her shadow.
It was dawn, and birds chirped happily in the sky, enjoying the fresh m
