“Presenting Her Imperial Majesty, the Qassan Empress!”
Dizzy knelt, bowing her head, and Kalina followed suit. After a moment, Kalina elbowed Pascale in the gut, who quickly went to her knees as well.
“Foreigners?” the Empress asked. “In my court? How rare.”
“I know it’s most unusual to come before you so,” Kalina started, but Dizzy held out a hand.
“We’ve sought an audience with you to ask a favor,” Dizzy said.
“Is that so?”
Dizzy nodded and stood. “Yes… Mother.”