“There must be another way,” Amy said for what seemed to her was the thousandth time. She had been walking back and forth inside her chamber after King Henri had dismissed everyone.
Geneva, who had just finished fortifying the vine dome of the new city, joined Amy in her chamber. She was collapsed on Amy’s bed and was eyeing the Queen do her anxious rounds. “Quit pacing, little bird. You’re making me nauseous.”
“I can’t help it, Geneva,” remarked Amy. “We must do something. Aren’t you gonna do anything aside from just slouching on my bed?”
At that, the Swan sat up. “I did something,” she said. “If you don’t remember, I just exhausted myself by growing three more vine domes around and over the whole city.” She huffed. “You’re welcome.”
“I mean no offense, Geneva, but I don’t think cagi
