By the next morning, I could feel the difference.
People looked at me differently.
Servants who had once lowered their heads when I passed now barely acknowledged me. Some whispered behind my back. Others stopped talking the moment I entered a room.
I knew exactly where it came from.
Aria.
She had barely spent a day in Blackridge, yet her presence had already changed the way people treated me. I walked through the main hall and heard two servants whispering near the stairs.
“She really thinks she can stay here after everything.”
“She was never supposed to be the Luna.”
I stopped. They quickly went silent. I looked at them. “Did you have something to say?”
Both servants lowered their heads. “No, Luna.”
I continued walking. My hands were shaking. Not from fear but from anger.
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