TCG: Chapter 2

Sometimes, I wish I never had to become Luna, and Willow did because the work was a terrible amount of pressure, and I was tired!

I would rather stay home all day and run after my children since it was easier and more fun than signing off documents regarding scholarships in acting—actually—that was important.

I want to be a housewife!

I hated how I was such a responsible Luna who cared about the future of her people, who were not even her species. I hated how I dug this hole for myself by suggesting the idea of a life which was more than patrolling the borders or just carrying children for men and yourself sometimes. And here, sometimes is rare.

Anyway, I also hated how Lunaria was always up in my ear or how she was glaring hard at me right now. Tired of her stares, I threw a crumbled paper at the chair she sat on and watched her displayed image disappear into thin air.

Ugh.

"It takes more than crumbled paper to get rid of me," she mocked as she sat on my desk. I ignored her, grabbed