The look Kalliope was being given made her bristle.
She did not come here seeking comfort or pity. No. Kalliope was not naive enough for that. She knew the Emperor Erus practically had no sympathy, the position and powers he had carved for himself required none of that. Such knowledge had been drilled into Kalliope’s head after all.
No. She knew better. But that did not call for such flippant dismissal, or the slight drop of distaste she was being presented with.
Kalliope briefly considered how much trouble she would be in, if she magically blocked His Holiness’ airways for a few seconds.
She decided that it wasn’t worth it.
She just wished that everything didn’t have to be a test.
“I shall endeavour to produce His Royal Highness the Crown Prince an heir. As soon as my body is cap
