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Luna’s POV

My entire world had shattered around me on the morning when I was awoken by an elderly woman I recognized as one of the head patrons from when I’d been heavily involved in the day to day activities of hell’s hall in preparation for the ball.

She’d been the one who brought my bath oils and robe to my room instead of Reina and from the moment she’d walked in, I knew that something was off. I had a vivid memory of how that owning had played out because it’d been replaying in a painfully endless loop in my head in the days that’d followed.

I recalled how she’d walked to my closet with a big bag in her hands and she’d began to shove my clothes into it without as much as acknowledging my presence as I sat up in my bed and watched her every move.

Just who the fuck did she think she was because she had some fancy title? She was still a mere maid and she was supposed to revere me; her future lady of the house who she’d answer to.

“I think you've got the wrong room, ma'am. I know my