A/N This is a short one-shot I wrote after seeing a discussion on the LC wiki about what Levana truly looked like. Please note, this was written at 11PM and I was tired, so it may not be my best work.

Kai couldn't kick Levana out, but, he decided, nobody said he couldn't have a little fun. So, as a prank(and a small act of defiance), Kai asked Cinder to help him put a large mirror in her closet. Naturally, Cinder agreed to help him.

Cinder pretended to be a maid wanting to clean Levana's quarters, therefore getting into her room. Her mop bucket held a mirror, roughly a foot wide and tall, which she put on the back of the closet. Now, when Levana came to switch her veil(which Kai informed her she did often), she would see the mirror. The trap was set.

A half hour later, Cinder was crouching behind one of the many bookshelves in the room, which appeared to be only for aesthetic purposes and not actual function, because they were covered with a thin layer of dust.

She had decided to stay behind and watch Levana see herself in the mirror, because an opportunity like this is too good to pass up.

Cinder heard the door creak open and saw Levana step into the room with regal grace and stride over the closet. She began to open it and lift her veil.

Cinder braced herself, because she figured Levana must be hideous under her veil, like one of those fairy tale witches in books from long ago in museums.

But when Levana opened the closet door, she was exactly the opposite of what Cinder was expecting.

The woman in the mirror was middle-aged, apparently in her mid-forties. She had curly yellowish-brownish hair, the type you never know what color to call. She had a rather large noise, and a mole next to it. She had large brown eyes.

Despite that, she was rather pretty in an natural, casual way. She was't glamorous or "hot". Just vaguely pretty.

Lunars, Cinder realized, weren't any prettier or uglier than anybody else. They looked like ordinary people.

As she looked at Levana, the real Levana, she wondered what she found so bad about her face, why she ran from mirrors when all she would face was herself.

And she found it sad. Sad that Luna's spent their live's to make themselves perfect when they were fine already. Sad that they seemed to think beauty was the most important think, that if you weren't beautiful, you were broken in some way, a misfit, not good enough.

And as she watched Queen Levana shriek and throw the mirror at the wall, then storm out of the room, presumably to find some poor servant to blame, she couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit sorry for Queen Levana, who had spent her entire life believing her pretty face was all that mattered.