Damon's POV

“Take her out.” I instructed the girls I'd called in.

They served various capacities in the palace, basically everything the Luna needed someone for.

But that was when they had one.

“Place her properly on the bed.” I added. “I'll call for a doctor.” and that I did.

After what seemed like minutes of uncertainty, he finally made up his mind

“The Luna is dead.” He hung his stethoscope around his neck in a defeated manner, like her case was that of a failed operation or something.

“I see you've taken samples, how soon can we get an autopsy report?” I asked.

“We will contact you in the...