Bab 97: 97 — Her and I?

Night had already fallen and Alistair hadn't visited Cynthia and Lucian yet. 

Seated at the dining table, Cynthia looked up at the middle-aged lady standing beside her. 

"Cassandra. Where is His Majesty?" She demanded, her gaze shifting back to her plate, unbothered to keep eye contact with the person she was talking to, her gaze once again focused on her plate. 

"He went to visit the temple. The wedding will be held there tomorrow so I fear you will only meet him once you attend the wedding. He is busy—"

"Alright," Cynthia cut her mid way, not wanting to hear any more of her words.