Fancy men

"What?" Bewildered, he turned to face her, his gaze fixed upon her in disbelief.

"I am in accord with the twelve elders. I shall go to war," she repeated, lifting her head to meet his gaze, her resolve unshaken. If she were to be truthful, she wanted to scream and refuse the offer. But a Queen, no, a Luna could not afford to be weak. If she sought to secure her standing, perhaps proving the rumors false upon the battlefield was the only way.

Without a word, Hezekiah strode toward Belle, seizing her wrist, intent on leading her away when Quinn's hand suddenly fell upon his own, halting him in place.

"Release me at once!" Hezekiah commanded, his voice sharp with anger. Yet Quinn remained unfazed, a smirk gracing his lips as he drawled, "Shall we allow the rumors to linger, or shall we grant her the chance to earn her respect?"