““Lienid are so odd; your reactions are never what mine would be. You, so calm, when I’ve hurt you so badly. Your father’s sister, so strange in her grief.” Po narrowed his eyes then. “What do you mean?” “About what? Isn’t the Queen of Monsea your father’s sister?” “What’s she done, my father’s sister?” “The word is, she stopped eating when she heard of your grandfather’s disappearance. You didn’t know? And then she closed herself and her child into her rooms. And wouldn’t let anyone enter, not even the king.” “She wouldn’t let the king enter,” he repeated, puzzlement in his voice.””
