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Luna took her hairpin out and set it down on the surface. She stood in front of the mirror, undressed, and then sat down on the ground with her legs pressed together. She struggled to break free from the moment between her and Arthur in the hallway chamber, her lips pouting fiercely.

She said under her breath, her palms pressed together, "He is sprouting wings—in a way that I can not cut them off." Breathless, she said, "I have to deal with him before he gets out of control, and the worst part is that I can not dethrone him myself so simply else it would not be a huge concern."

She continued to wipe her face with her palm since it felt hot in her chamber and she was starting to perspire. “How will I do it? Where will I start?” she growled, pissed off. "He puts that girl in front of me and talks back to me like I am just a maid. What a nuisance!?” her fist clenched.

Her spouse entered and sat down in front of her as the door suddenly swung open. She was unable to meet his eyes directly