Chapter 11 Journey To Eldenere

• Luna’s swollen eyes fluttered open as the warm, golden sunlight of morning streamed brightly into her bedchamber. She sat up slowly, rubbing her aching eyes, having cried herself to sleep the night before. Her chaotic thoughts were in complete disarray, violently torn between a desperate longing for her old, modern life, and the terrifying necessity of letting it go completely to survive here.
• Suddenly, a soft knock echoed at the heavy door. The young, timid maid who had served her the night before slipped inside, this time with a small, genuine smile etched upon her features.
• “Madam Lyra, His Grace is waiting for you in the carriage,” she announced, dropping into a deep, respectful curtsy.