Book 2 - Prologue
Being a proper Crown Prince Consort was not easy. It was four thirty in the afternoon, and Kalliope was sitting at her desk, reading and signing away. She felt like her eyes and fingers were going to just pop out and drop rolling on the desk surface, one after the other. She had been at it since lunch, which got miserably cold before she could even get to the appetizer. Winter in Caelora were long, grey and merciless, just like its Emperor. Kalliope’s lips pinched downward further at the thought of him. With much reluctance, she looked back down at the documents spreading before her. It would have been fine if it was a different kind of reading. Despite her resolve and declaration, statecraft still held no interest for Kalliope, and she still loathed seeing courtsmembers. Interact
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