The Public Omen
The heavy iron bar scraped against the door with a loud noise.
Cassian pushed the heavy wood open and stood in the doorway. He wore his black steel armor and his iron face plate. His dark eyes looked cold and empty in the bright morning light.
"You have ten minutes in the garden Arianna," Cassian said, his voice flat and hard. "The council ordered all heirs to take fresh air."
I stood up from my chair without speaking to him. I pulled my thick grey cloak around my shoulders and walked past his chest.
Four knights in red coats walked right behind us. Cassian walked beside me with his hand resting on his sword belt.
We went down the wide stone stairs together. We stepped out into the main garden courtyard.
The ground was covered in white snow from the big storm. Rich l
