Daphne's POV
I sat in front of my vanity mirror, studying my reflection. Flawless skin stared back at me. Every strand of hair perfectly placed. The broken pearl necklace lay in its velvet box nearby, a bitter reminder of today's humiliation.
A soft knock broke through my thoughts.
"Come in."
The door creaked open and Orion stepped inside. Even this late at night, his guard uniform looked immaculate. He gave me a respectful nod.
"You asked to see me, Luna Daphne."
"I did." I swiveled around to face him completely.
His eyes found mine, then immediately swept downward before he caught himself. His jaw went tight when he saw what I wore, and he quickly looked away. I watched him focus on some invisible spot past my shoulder.
I glanced down at my nightgown. The pale pink silk was hardly scandalous. Short, yes, but modest enough. The delicate lace trim caught the soft lamplight beautifully.
A slow smile curved my lips.
