THE FORGOTTEN LUNA novel Chapter 83

ADESSA.

“But I think you are the missing royalty,” Danielle added.

“Why?”

“This mark on your back. It looks exactly like the one that…” She paused, and when I tilted my head to look at her, her eyes widened, and her face turned red.

“Like the one that? Like the one that someone has?” My brows furrowed.

The King told me in passing that the birth marks on the backs of the royalties were not public knowledge. But maybe workers in the palace knew this thing.

“Never mind.” She replied. “We should rinse off your body.”

“Have you seen a mark like this?” I asked as I stood up, pointing to the red mark on my hip bone.

She swallowed, and her face was turning more red. I already assumed many things.

“From my father?” I teased her, and she immediately shook her head.

“No. Of course not.”

“So… from one of my brothers?” I leaned closer, enjoying the blush on her face. Despite the discomfort on her face, I could say this was the only thing that felt natural in my fairytale life at the moment.

“No, ma’am,” she replied, but she refused to look at me as she helped me rinse off the soap from my body.

“Well, I thought you could have seen them walking around without shirts, especially if they shifted into their wolves.”

“Yes, that…” She added curtly and didn’t say more.

I wanted to tease her, but she looked uncomfortable already, so I let it go.

We remained quiet until I was done with my bath. Danielle then assisted me into a silk sleeping dress before putting a silk robe on me.

It didn’t take long before two women came and took my measurements. They didn’t talk so much and were just listing down numbers. Then they were gone, letting me know my dress would be here on time tomorrow.

Despite the luxury all around me, I couldn’t stop thinking about Kael. I had to find a way to talk to him.

“Are they nice?” I asked Danielle when we were alone again, and she was brushing my hair.

“Who, my lady?”

“My brothers.”

“Some are. Some are…” She hissed softly. “I’m not allowed to voice my opinions of them.”

“I’m not officially the Princess of Absalom. We can still gossip like commoners.” I whispered to her, and she giggled.

“There are five princes. Two are married. The three youngest are unmarried.” She began. “The oldest is the nicest.”

“And the most cruel?”

“The youngest. He is not cruel or ruthless, but he is… a real elite.”

“A snob.” I blurted out. “And the most handsome?”

“All of them.”

“No. There must be one that looks more than the other. Spill it out.”

“The third one.”

“Oh, he’s unmarried.” I winked at her through the vanity mirror in front of us, and her eyes widened.