“What does…meyaah Liessa mean?” That eyebrow seemed to climb even higher. “It means my Queen.” My entire body jolted. “Your Queen?” “Yes.” she drew out the word. “You are the Consort, are you not? That would make you like a Queen.” I understood that, though it seemed weird to even acknowledge. But Ash… Another jolt ran through me. Ash had said liessa meant many things, all something beautiful and powerful. A Queen would be powerful. A Consort was.
