Lumina paced the length of her childhood chambers, bare feet silent on the cool moonstone floor.
The room glowed softly with its own inner light walls of translucent quartz veined with starfire, a bed draped in pale silk that floated slightly above the ground but none of it brought comfort.
Her beautiful attire, the same moon-silver gown she had worn as a girl of this realm, felt like armor now, heavy and cold against her skin.
The signature scent of celestial now clung to her, marking her unmistakably as Celestial-born, yet she felt like an intruder in her own home.
She had gotten used to the Drakonos realm; she now felt like an outsider in her own home.
Her mind kept returning to the aide's words in the throne room. The Drakonis realm was brutally attacked.
The king and prince were gravely wounded and Lumina was accused of orchestrating it all because of her supposed power to control actions.
