Cassandra walked a few more steps, wondering where to go. She was angry and had no other way to protest than to leave the Imperial Banquet, which upset her. For once, Cassandra felt she was truly too powerless, unable to stop Phetra or oppose the Imperial Princess. This place was really too harsh.
“Imperial Concubine?”
She turned around, realizing someone had followed her. It only took her a couple of seconds to remember that young woman. Weeks and weeks ago, she was the young servant that had given her first red dress.
“You’re… Dahlia, right?”
The young woman smiled.
“I’m glad you remember me, your Highness.”
“Please don’t… Just call me Cassandra, please.”
Dahlia chuckled. She hadn’t changed much since Cassandra had seen her. She was still wearing a long green dress, with her
