Chapter 13 Lady Cassandra Is Perfect For You

• Darius
• The clatter of fine china and the dissonant symphony of laughter served as the backdrop to a conversation I would rather do without. The only thing I fucking want right now is to leave this table and escape the suffocating grasp of propriety, yet Mother and Father force me to endure this torture solely due to Cassandra and her parents' royal blood. Apparently, it's considered an affront to simply walk away on a Royal. I can't help but feel like a hunted animal, desperate for escape. Her parents, those vultures circling their prey, are far too transparent in their intentions: securing their position through marriage to the heir of the Evermont throne. And Cassandra, the golden-haired siren poised at their side, appears all too willing to play her part.
• Cassandra, that potential queen candidate with her golden-blonde hair cascading like a waterfall of vanity down her back, meets my gaze with those icy blue eyes—calculating, manipulative, and utterly insufferable. Her confident smile practiced to perfection through years of court politics, barely masks the ambition that fuels her every move. She is a woman who craves power and influence above all else, and I am nothing more than a pawn in her twisted game.