Instead of exploding like I'd expected, she heaved a deep sigh and returned to sitting once more.

"You know what? You're right, honey. I'm responsible for pushing your friend to her death. I didn't just happily bed the king, knowing that she'd suffer; I often paid your friend visits and made sure to flaunt how good her mate was in bed. And of course, I dared her to fight me now that I was Luna if she wasn't satisfied. But how could someone already so distressed and heartbroken have energy to fight, huh?

You know, the night before she took her life, I got someone to make her kneel outside...