Aria's POV.
The moment I walked into my room, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. I was worried. Worried about the elders' remarks, worried about their judgement. I wasn't sure what they'd come up with, but one thing made me understand that it wasn't going to be good.
"Where do I drop the bags, Luna?" a maid's voice echoed from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I turned to her, "Over there, beside the bed," I pointed as I instructed her. With a bow, she carried the bags to the spot.
She bowed her head soon and left the room, leaving just me to unpack my dress. Slowly, I walked over to the bedside, wanting to start unpacking, but just then, a knock at the door stopped me.
Did she forget something? I thought to myself as I walked over to the door. "Did you..." I began as I opened the door but stopped the moment I saw who it was.
"Beta Brian?" I mumbled. He stood before me with Liam in his grip.
"It's not a good situation down there. Please, can he stay here with you, Luna?"
