Venus looked like she was physically slapped.
There it was, the envy, the bitterness,... and all Kalliope did under Venus’ flaring gaze was to meet her eyes placidly. Something sadistic curled in her heart, a want to push Venus further, to break this facade she was wearing, the barely there restraint in the hopes of getting what she wanted.
Alas, Kalliope was not her husband. Nor was she Queen Mother Virile.
Kalliope knew they would be skirting around the subject forever… or at least until Venus deemed it the right time for her to strike.
Kalliope had no intention of giving her that.
“What do you want, Venus?”
Kalliope asked, all pretense of proprietary disappeared. Venus narrowed her eyes, and flicked her hand to dismiss the servants. They quickly scurried out, bowing as they sh
