Once Lily was sure she was out of sight from Jasmine and Nanny Nia, she leaned against a wall and took a minute to breathe.
She touched her forehead and felt beads of sweat.
She hurriedly pulled out a hankie from one of her pockets and began to very gently tap on her forehead.
Once she was sure she wasn't sweating anymore, she returned it back to her pockets and resumed her way.
She stormed down the corridor, still well furious, her heels against the stone floor.
The servants who saw her tried to greet.
"Lady Lily." They greeted.
"Are you alright?" They asked.
But Lily ignored them and so they didn't need to be told twice before steering clear of her path.
She turned towards the steps and began to match on her way up.
She was filled with undiluted fury and rage.
Lily who had always been the figure of a true luna, a true mate.
She had played her role to perfection. Sweet, composed, the ever-patient Luna-to-be.
