Cassian strode towards the ballroom with confident steps, his head held high, his mere presence commanding fear and attention. His cloak flapped softly behind him, his chilling blue eyes staring ahead of him. His advisor, Powell, walked near his side. Powell, must you be so insistent? Why hurry so to find a woman? He asks flatly to his advisor, keeping his steady pace. His voice rung deep and low through the hall, his footsteps echoing as he walked. Powell glanced at him and merely sighed.
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1Lady Tenny
07/06/2024