Janet
"You must win the King's affections." My uncle hissed.
We were sitting inside his office, a small pile of herbs burning on a black disc. Octavia had taught our family the proper herbs and method of burning to prevent eavesdropping on our private conversations. If anyone were to come close enough to hear us, the flames would extinguish, signaling that we needed to change the subject. Currently, the pile was in flames, filling the room with the fragrant scent of sage, honeysuckle, and something I couldn't name.
"I am doing my best." I replied, gritting my teeth." It hasn't been easy with him refusing to move that girl out of the Luna quarters."
"There is only so much the amulet can do from a distance to ensure he maintains his anger toward her. I presented it to him as a gift to t
