Calliope’s POV
“What did you and Queen Luna Amelia talk about on your walk, my pet?” Mother asks me sweetly as soon as we are alone once more in our luxurious prison as I’ve lately been considering our guest quarters in the Emerald Kingdom palace.
“Oh, let’s see… we talked about the weather and the garden,” I say, knowing that was not what my mother was asking at all. “And she asked me if I was being forced into this mating alliance, and whether I liked her son or not.”
“And what did you say?” Mother asks, a dangerous undertone to her voice.
“I agreed that the weather was perfect and that the wisteria was very lovely,” I reply flippantly, as I toss my crown of daisies on a chippendale end table. I’m trying very hard not to laugh out loud as smoke is practically billowing out of m
