Chapter 42 Choosing You

• Luna blinked several times, a dull ache in her head making it hard to open her eyes—each movement accompanied by a soft groan of pain. She massaged her temples to ease the discomfort, and as she did, a small towel fell onto her lap.
• She was startled to see the fever compress towel in front of her. Confusion clouded her face. She had no idea why she needed a compress. Was she sick? If so, why hadn’t she realized it?
• “Good morning, Miss Luna.” A maid entered the room, carrying a tray with soup and some medicine.