Chapter 12 Game Of Thrones

• Darius
• The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the opulent dining room, its rays reflecting off the polished silverware and glinting off the crystal glasses. The scent of fresh roses intermingled with that of the sumptuous feast laid out before us as we sat around the ornate table draped in fine white linen. Mother, her eyes dancing with an unreadable expression, offered Cassandra Montrose a kind smile, one that seemed to hold a secret promise or perhaps a veiled challenge.
• "Have a strawberry, dear," she murmured, gesturing towards the bowl heaped with ripe red fruit, their juicy sweetness calling out to be savored. Cassandra reached for a plump specimen, her slender fingers delicately pinching it by the stem, and lifted it to her lips with practiced grace. As she bit into the succulent flesh, a single drop of juice escaped, tracing a glistening path down her chin before disappearing beneath the neckline of her gown.