Apollo was waiting for us in the imperial garden. We walked with our hearts pounding like drums. It seemed some one saw us when we stole the necklace from queen Valeria. She might have told the minister.
"Greetings, your highness" He bowed while we curtsied. He was wearing a fine green robe. How blue eyes shone when the sun smiled at him.
"Greetings, prime minister" I greeted. My fingers crossed as I spoke. "You sent for us."
"Yes, I did. Pardon me, my lady" Apollo bowed again. He was a respectful man. I liked his humility. "The message was important. I could not risk sending it through a maid."
I nodded. What was so important? The last time he called me out like this, he told me that grandmother had a hand in the death of princess Arya "I'm listening, Apollo. You may speak."
He put his hand into his robe and brought out a letter. I was confused. Who sent it? Or did he want me to give princess Morgana? She barely left her too these days.
