"Whatever you humans call it. I want you to leave the monarch."
"I think there is some kind of misunderstanding here," I said, trying to hide my irritation. "The monarch married me to fulfill the other end of an alliance with the human kingdom. A matrimony made of that effect cannot be broken by something like a divorce."
Dia said nothing, eyeing me with a dark gaze, she leaned away and rested her back on the wrought iron chair, arms folded and a leg crossed.
"I thought that would work," she mumbled.
What in gods name?
"Who are you to make such an offer? I suggest hearing from the princess herself!"
"Why do you want the court?" she asked, suddenly ignoring my outburst. "Don't answer me with that trick of yours."
At first, I wanted to tell her straightforwardly about my revenge on Sloane, but I found myself deviating from that. Not because I want to trick her or anything, just a mutual understanding.
"I understand the princess's situation."
