Chapter 49 How You Looks At Her

• Cassandra
• I had been prepared to tolerate many things when I moved into the palace. The cold distance between Darius and me? Expected.
• His reluctance to share a bed, let alone a room, with me? Annoying, but ultimately irrelevant. Even the quiet stares from the staff, the way they tiptoed around me as if they were afraid of breathing the wrong way in my presence? That, too, was something I had anticipated. But what I had not expected—what I had not prepared for—was this.