#Chapter 86: The Luna No One Wanted

Aria The room I was shown to was larger than I expected, with warm wooden walls and thick fur rugs spread over the stone floor. A large four-poster bed dominated the space, draped in heavy quilts and soft pillows, and a small sofa sat near the crackling fire. It felt cozy and inviting, if only it weren’t for the sour-faced guard posted outside the door. Darren lingered by the entry, his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced around the room. His gaze landed on the bed, then flickered to me. “I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight,” he said quietly, nodding his head toward the plush sofa next to the fireplace. I blinked, caught off guard. “You don’t have your own room?” I blurted out. He smirked slightly. “This is my room.” My eyes widened a little, and upon looking around, I realized he was telling the truth. The closet, with the door slightly open, revealed rows of suits and other menswear. A stack of children’s books that looked suitable for Lucas was