Violet held out her hand. “I’m Violet.” Kelty bobbed his head. “The queen.” Violet fidgeted with the necklace around her neck and laughed. “Not yet.” Kelty grinned from ear to ear. “Tomorrow is close enough. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace.” Violet waved him off. “Please, call me Violet.” “Call her Your Grace,” Roman interjected, “or I’ll kill you.”
