She did not put the pressure on. There was no point in trying to get the Court to do anything while it was trying to decide if it liked her or not. She ought to have known better than to try to take the throne then and there. Kaly honestly thought they would have been happy about it, since she was freeing them from the tyranny of a monster.
Of course, that had left her in a position of realization; she sounded an awful lot like Mistral and that sent her stomach roiling. The stupid dog had come in and truly made a mess of everything. She may have been the Queen, but that did not mean that things were going her way. However, unlike Mistral, she was willing to give it time and did not fight their anger. Who was going to fight for her then, anyway?
She had to roll it off her back, but the girl’s heart was born of the storm. She fought the urge to be the same as Mistral, to demand their love and affection. Rome was not built in a day and Kaly had to work on her various projects to keep her mind distracted and demonstrate that she was not exacting authority she did not have.
She wanted to see Abigail, who had come to her asking if she wanted to be Queen. Kaly had assumed that the woman supported her, but with the announcement of their biological connection, she doubted that there was much forgiveness to be had on that front. The family likely had enough of lies to last a generation or two.
Instead, Kalypso sat at the desk in the Hotel’s lobby, charcoal in hand as she sketched on a large sheet of bark she had actually ripped off a dead log. She had dried it until it was smooth and used it as a surface to design the houses that her packmates had suggested to her moons prior. An idea done, she started carrying it up to where she could scent her half-sister lurking. With hesitation, though, she paused. Would the woman even want to deal with her yet?