Lucivar regarded her carefully, then slowly nodded. There was a fire in her eyes he hadn't seen in her before.
"Very well," he said at last. "I'll see what we have available in the Royal Empire. There are some administrative posts in the council."
"I'll take anything," Luna said quickly.
Lucivar chuckled, shaking his head. "In the meantime, you'll stay in the prince's castle. Until we can find a befitting residence for you."
Luna bowed slightly, warmth finally creeping into her chest. "Thank you, Your Highness."
*****
Seliora's room looked like it had been hit by a particularly vengeful tornado. Perfume bottles, hairpins, and luxury creams were scattered across the floor, casualties of her outrage. The mirror above her vanity had a jagged crack running through it—fitting, really. Everything in her world was starting to fracture.
"She's back," she spat. "She actually came back."
