Before Luna had been kidnapped by the Queen’s army and humiliated beyond imagination she had lived a simple life.
She lived in the small, spare room of the village inn that she worked at. She was welcomed to board their as long as she cleaned the rooms and tended to the guest. She swept, mopped, dusted, and shined every inch of the inch each day, then pass out in her small room..
Despite being surrounded by many people at the inn, Luna lived a lonely lifestyle. Her mother had long since passed away when she was twelve, and her two sisters had moved far away. Both sisters found husbands easily and moved away with them to start new lives while Luna remained single and in the same town.
Her father was still alive and well but had also moved away, with another wife and a new child after her mother had passed. Luna did not want to interfere with her father’s new life and did not follow.
Luna had struggled to make friends, often too shy to speak up. When she did speak up, she found she was too loud of her words were foolish and others did not care for her conversation, at least that’s how she viewed herself.
When it came to married she never saw herself being wed or even loved by another man. She was short and slightly pudgy, never able to outgrow her baby fat. She had boring brown hair, and dark brown eyes that made her look uninteresting. She assumed she was not meant to be loved.
Her mother had loved her, or least she hoped. She had been a rowdy, head-strong child. Luna thought that she caused her mother a lot of trouble, but she hoped the woman had passed on with a warm thought of Luna. She thought it would be best if she hid her stubborn-like qualities from other people, avoid causing them trouble like she had her mother. It didn’t matter anymore, her mother was gone, and Luna was never to have another.
Luna could hear her name being called; it sounded close and sweet sounding. Like the person who was saying her name was filled with warm, loving affection for her. Luna had only heard that voice from her mother.
Her sleep filled mind questioned if she had died and gone to heavan to join her mother, or perhaps her mother was vistiting her? Exciment and eagerness filled the young girl, she smiled, and said “Mom?