Cassy pov
I sat silently at the table, trying hard to focus on my hands. Everyone had gathered in a room where all of us could be seated comfortably. I had to gulp down my food in a hurry because Elliot was there to meet us. That was what I was told. I wasn’t told that he wasn’t alone.
There was another man, who I guessed was the duke and perhaps Elliott’s father. Mom did tell me that his father was a Duke. Everyone was damn serious and so silent. In the presence of Elliot and others, my parents didn’t joke around and he too seemed to be a well behaved young man.
“Sir. Harold, this is Cassandra, our relative who is here from Europe to be trained. Since she is a royal by blood, she needs to train like one. And Cassandra, this is Sir Harold. Elliot’s father and my right hand,” my father,
