Lily’s hands trembled slightly as she pulled on a simple black dress that Martha had helped her find. Today, she would finally do what she’d been wanting to for years, give her mother a proper farewell.
Martha knocked gently on her door before entering, her kind eyes filled with concern.
“Are you ready, Luna Lily?” Martha asked, her voice soft.
She was still getting used to her official title. She reminded Martha she preferred her to call her by her name, as she’d always addressed her. But the maid refused, reminding her that her position was different now.
Lily nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She signed quickly, asking if Ragnar was waiting for them.
“Yes, he’s outside. Though he still doesn’t know why you’ve asked for his help specifically,” Martha replied, adjusting Lily’s collar gently.
Lily stepped outside to find Ragnar standing stiffly, a shovel in his hand. His eyes narrowed with suspicion when he saw her approach.
