A Calculated Performance

(Neva’s POV)

The moment I saw her on her knees, I almost laughed.

Callista was kneeling at the center of the grand hall with trembling hands that clutched the hem of her robe like a poor actress begging for applause.

“My Queen,” she said softly “Please… forgive me.”

Every head in the room turned toward her. The music had faded, and the chatter had died. The people watched with parted lips as Calli