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Jane?
As in Sir Mocheif's lover?
As in the woman who supposedly ran away and never returned?
Jane, this woman, had returned and spoke to a witch to tell her to bring me back to the castle.

But why?

Why would she come from wherever she came from to help me?
Is it because she too have something against Mochief and wish for him to be lonely and sad?

I asked the woman, to describe Jane in specific details, to not leave a single speck of how she looked out. She matched the woman in the portrait. The portrait located in Mochief's first mansion.
Thinking upon it made my head hurt. I massaged my temples.

If she was to love Mochief,  someone with such a wicked heart, her heart must be just as wicked if not more.  But how could someone with a wicked heart help me?

"Luna, are you alright?" A guy, Richard I believe, spoke to me.
I was brought back to reality, stripped out of my own thoughts.

In my time of thinking, I truly forgot that I was in the middle of a welcoming party.
A few people had came to the castle after the trial room and it turned into a party. Eron calls the people, pack members. They lived in the town but they are part of the pack. To them, I am their Luna.
They all greet me with that expression.
Luna

"Oh yes, I am fine" I spoke to Richard with a smile.
He stood near me, whilst the other pack members danced and laughed. Sipping upon wine.

The first time I saw the wine, distinct memories poured in my head from my time with Mochief. It took all of me not to react. I sat as far as possible away from it. I wish not to spoil other's  fun due to my emotional damage.

I looked around, trying to find that familiar face.

"Have you seen Eron?"

"The alpha? I'm sorry Luna but I have not. Perhaps you should speak with an guard since there seems to be over a dozen lurking around" Richard grumbles as he stared at a guard afar.

Indeed he is right. Eron has doubled on guards, everywhere I look that is all I see. They are in every corner of the castle, every point you turn.
There is nowhere anybody can go without running into a guard.

"Do not be intimidated, Eron has just become very  overprotective. I am sure it will calm down soon" I

"I truly doubt that" Richard spoke with a shake of his head. Richard has been at my side since the moment he entered the castle. He's asked me many questions and quite frankly, I was enjoying his company. But now, I wish to see the whereabouts of my love.

Speaking of guards, my eyes traveled to one as he approached me. He sat his weapon beside him as he stood tall, looking straight ahead and stated
"My lady, the king informed me to tell you to meet him in the west wing office"

" Thank you, notify the guest that I shall return shortly" I spoke to the guard.
I excused myself, giving Richard a small and patting the guard's chest as I exited out of the ballroom. The ballroom in which the party was held.

I made my way towards the office, greeting the guards I passed by until I stood in front of the door.
I knocked softly before opening the door, revealing nothing but darkness except the glimpse of light coming from the hallway. My silhouette took away partial of the lighting, I was only seeing the oak desk.

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