Luna slowly dropped her arms and steeled herself to be struck or punished. She didn't want his anger to be directed towards her brother when he'd been protecting her but that anger never came. His voice was soft. It was the same tone that the palace cook had used before stealing them away in the darkness of the night.

Sole didn't wait for Llewellyn to say more. He pulled his sister behind him and she stumbled back without resistance, scraping her bare heel against the stone alleyway. "Stay back!" His voice was firm as he pulled a long thin dagger from beneath his vest. It looked like a sword in his tiny grip but he was clearly comfortable with the blade and ready to use it.

"What do you want?" They weren't used to kindness. Everything had a price, only their mother offered them love without expecting anything in return.