Cassandra was waiting for that Banquet to come to an end, caressing Krai’s head. The Dragon had decided to take a nap while curled around his master’s throne, and his hot breath was warming up Cassandra’s legs.
The Emperor was still discussing the New Year Celebrations, but Cassandra didn’t listen to it much. Instead, her eyes were staring right at the woman, the one who had put a snake in her bedroom. She had noticed how that concubine was avoiding looking their way. Actually, that woman’s eyes only went from her Prince, Varhen, to the floor or her fidgety hands. She knew…
The more she thought about it, the more disgusted Cassandra was. That woman had put a snake in her bedroom, and hadn’t cared for what would happen from that. She obviously didn’t know much about the snake’s species
