The Prince’s words from that morning still followed Cassandra’s steps as she made her way across the camp. Evin followed her, but both were silent. At times, she wondered if she was just living in a dream. In her dream, everything would suddenly end when she opened her eyes and found herself sleeping in a cold cell of the Emperor’s Arena again, or back in Lyria’s slave room. However, the cold on her cheeks was real, and so was the snow under her footsteps. Cassandra didn’t want to think too much about it. She missed having a friend to talk to, and Evin probably wasn’t a good replacement.
It had been only two days since she came to the Camp, but she felt the lack of another feminine presence. Cassandra often thought of the other girls from the Castle, wondering how they were doing, if the
