Amaris came to her room eventually, after how much time had passed, she didn't know. How she could find out if it was true or not, Chloe could not tell. She could not understand what was happening and why this was happening. Maybe it was her fate to be cursed forever, and ever by the same goddess, she worshipped all her life.
Hasn't she been through enough?
Another one. Two wasn't enough. Maybe the third time really is the charm.
Amaris looked up at her. "Is everything to your liking, Your Grace?"
That got Chloe's attention. She wanted to rage, to scream. To yell at the woman who wanted her daughter to replace her, but she found she couldn't. What would that change? Malachai was disgusted by her. The people she fought for hated her. What more could a queen ask for? The world was at her feet, in every sense of the world.
"Yet, I believe it's not to your liking, Amaris." Nothing changed in her expression, but her hands on Chloe's head did shift uncomfortably.
