Mary Ann’s POV
Work became easier once I stopped hoping.
That was the lie I told myself every morning.
I woke before sunrise, dressed before the servants began moving through the eastern wing, and entered the Luna office while the corridors were still quiet. The new locks opened smoothly beneath my hand. Two guards remained outside at all times now, and Kylian had arranged rotating patrols around the windows.
No one entered without being seen.
No one took another file.
No one asked why I sometimes arrived before the night guards ended their shift.
I preferred it that way.
The office gave me enough work to fill every hour. Reconstruction reports arrived from Hollowbrook. Mooncrest sent updated border patrol maps. The healers requested supplies for the temporary clinic. Families subm
