#Chapter 62: A Giant Prison

YENA Luna was late to her own dinner. Or maybe she just wanted to make an entrance. Nolan and I were seated in her dining room when she arrived. Dinner was served and steaming on the table. But the attendants waited to pour the wine until Luna came in several minutes after us, gliding into the room wearing a gorgeous, silky, copper colored gown. To my surprise, she greeted us with a big smile. Nolan and I got up from the table and bowed as she approached. Luna told us to stand. Then as I started to turn back to the table, she put her hand on my shoulder to stop me. Her hand lingered there, lightly, as she looked my body up and down with narrowed eyes. Finally, she looked me square in the eyes and said, “You look good.” It wasn’t so much a compliment as an evaluation. I thanked the queen quietly and looked at Nolan. He was in prince mode, not betraying any emotion on his face. We sat and Nolan off