~Killian~

I had just taken a seat in my office when I heard the sound of irate footsteps approaching—there could only have been one person.

“Killian!” My mother yelled out as soon as she barged in.

Her hands were on her hips, poised to snap, and her breathing was laboured, her eyes red with rage.

“I told you but you wouldn’t listen!”

I squinted my eyes at her, obviously confused, “What is the problem, mother?”

“She’s not wife material, she will make a horrible Luna and we are all going to regret it.” She fumed.

I let out a chuckle, finally understanding the reason for her frustration, “Come on, mom.”...