"Are you sure? What if there are too many of them? I lost a friend and a possible suitor today, I can't afford to lose you, too," Luna protested.
As she reached for her sword, she hesitated. In the back of her mind, a small voice yelled at her to run. Cassandra was her best friend and the closest thing that he had to a sister, but if they both died, the king would be left without his bodyguards. She was pulled out of her conflict by the sight of the doorknob wiggling. She had run out of time to open the window and escape, so she drew her sword.
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