Rosewater Oasis Ώρα μηδέν

He preened and he blustered; he hurried to correct the feminine malady of ignorance; perhaps he thought himself subtle, his passing words of marriage, freedom, love. Andromache hid her smile. Call yourself what you like, Roman, She cast him a brief, teasing glance. Men will call me Βασίλισσα, and if you must argue every decision, it will be kept out of their hearing. These are my conditions. A unified front - and to be called queen.

This time she did not hide her smile; it crept slyly over her features as her glance turned to a lingering look. Ironic, she thought, that she should marry one brother and be queen to the other. She wondered if there was a third.