“Is it a norm here to be friends with servants?”
Blinking, Malus paused on reading some document or the other to look up at Kalliope, “On the battlefield, out of a sense of comradery, yes. But in the palace? I cannot say it is normal.”
She huffed out a frustrated sigh and dropped down to sit on the bed, “That’s what I thought.”
Raising an eyebrow, Malus put down his work and approached her. His warm hand threaded through her hair. Instinctively, Kalliope melted into his touch.
“What troubles you, beloved?”
She was never known for pulling her punches. Besides, Kalliope was so irked ever since that conversation with Rafail, if one could even call it that, she had avoided the library since. Which sucked, because she had to coop up inside their chambers without much entertainment. So Kall
