“Your Highness, the blueberries here are exquisite!” Mavis exclaimed.
I smile, putting one into my mouth. They were large and juicy, unlike the dry shriveled ones back home.
“They are,” I agree.
In Malda, there wasn't one queen, but two. The king had apparently fallen in love with a young woman, and she became with child. Then the king decided to marry her. Queen Maxine had no say, but she was allowed to have a palace of her own, away from the king and his new wife. At least the king had the common decency to understand that he couldn't force them to live as one happy family.
“Honestly, I envy Queen Maxine,” Isadora said, picking blueberries and putting them into her basket. “Maybe the king has forgotten about her, but she has this beautiful palace to show for it.”
“True,” I nodded,
