Bastian sat on his throne-like chair, Cassandra was pacing to and fro in the room, moving from one corner to the next. Her arms were held at akimbo, clothes and shoes looked mismatched as though she had suddenly ran to see him.
“I guess you know better than anyone that all of that theatrics does not work on me. What do you want Cassandra, cause I do not remember asking you to come to my throne room, so what is this all about?”
“I saw her Bastian, what is she still doing here, walking in the passageway, as though she owns the place?” Cassandra poured out with so much anger.
“First of all, the next time I correct you on how to address me, you would be spending sometime down in dungeons to help correct your ways…”
“You don’t say that when you are inside me sucking all my energy away…” Cas
