«I'd like to talk a little with you, but I am afraid you will misunderstand my concerns,» I say. «It would help me a lot, but I won't force you if it's not to your will.»
Malia Quarto nods, accepting without asking a question. Oh, well, better for me.
«You were the Crown Prince's... ehm, lover?»
«Yes, your Majesty. I was his late Highness's mistress.»
Oh, she's saying it so lightly.
«Is it something to admit so easily? For real?»
I can't imagine father having a mistress and mother accepting it. I can't fathom the third party admitting it out loud, let alone with pride. Things work in weird ways here in the Palace.
