Cassandra barely dared to look at the Emperor as she approached. To her, he was a much scarier being than the humongous golden Dragon behind him. Yet, the old man gently held his hand out until the Concubine placed her hand in his, with a light smile. She could tell there wasn’t any animosity in his dark eyes.
“There she is,” he said softly. “Aren’t you as white as a water lily?”
“So disgusting,” whispered someone from behind her, but the Emperor didn’t seem to hear it.
“What is your name?”
“Cassandra, Your Majesty.”
“And where are you from, child?”
“The Southern Rain Tribe, Your Highness.”
“I see. That explains a lot then.”
Explains a lot? Cassandra was a bit confused. Next to the Emperor, a servant stepped forward, showing them some letters. What is that? The Emperor didn’t loo
