Cassandra POV
The Empty Door
As I walked past the iron door, its stark emptiness gnawed at me, feeding my restless mind. Unlike the others in Cassian’s castle, this door held no captive, no secret, only silence. Yet it called to me, its potential glaringly obvious.
The line of August had fallen—once revered, now forgotten, their power reduced to a mere shadow of what it had been. But remnants still lingered, whispers of their bloodline scattered across the land. Descendants existed, unaware of the legacy they carried, and I couldn’t let that lie dormant.
Cassian’s castle was built on strength, fear, and control. What better way to honor that than to take the last thread of August’s blood and weave it into my own plans?
A thought began to form, tantalizing and perfect. If I could claim
