"Let go of me!" Luna's voice was sharp with fury, her composure finally cracking as she was half-dragged, half-pushed into the room. Her hair had come loose from its careful arrangement, and her eyes were wide with a mixture of rage and fear.
Behind her, Richard was escorted in with considerably less resistance. His expression was controlled, but the tightness around his jaw betrayed his own anger. He did not struggle, but his eyes moved quickly around the room, taking in every detail before settling on Maya.
"Maya," he said quietly.
"Father—"
The guards did not give them time to speak. They were pushed toward the row of chairs that had been set against the far wall, each one positioned close enough for the family members to see one another but far enough that they could not easily reach each other.
"Sit," one of the guards ordered.
