“So, tell me, Hera, what are your reservations?”
I didn’t want to answer her. Every atom in my body rebelled against doing so. I wanted to turn around and leave, to make sure that there was no opportunity for me to answer her. I knew that I was being unnecessarily difficult in terms of how I was handling all of this, but it didn’t change the fact that I had a reason for behaving in the manner that I was. Perhaps it wasn’t entirely the best one, but that didn’t mean anything.
“I do not wish to rule your Kingdom, at all. That is my reservation.”
I kept my voice curt and to the point, knowing that it was the closest to not answering her that I would be able to do. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to remain civil, especially considering the fact that it was the very last thi
