Regal dresses, dazzling jewels,
and goblets of wine graced the new life of Cassidy.
Jacques took a sip from his
brilliant cup and smiled at Cassidy, his orange eyes boring into her own. “Do
you like the wine, my love? I can always fetch for a fresher bottle,” he
offered, watching as she took a drink herself. Cassidy soon looked at him, her
eyes cool, lips curved up in a small smirk of her own.
“I’m content with this.”
“Delightful.” He snapped his
fingers and a servant came forward, “Bring my Queen the food she deserves. Tonight,
she’d like fish and steaming vegetables. Any other request, my love?” Cassidy
shook her head.
“Make it quick.”
“Yes, your Majesty,” the
servant mumbled, bowing in respect before ducking back to the kitchens. Golden plates
of fruit and bread separated the two, he sitting across her and watching as she
delicately picked a grape from the bowl.
“Jacques,” she began slowly.
Jacques blinked.
“Yes?”
“Have the rebels been found?”
Jacques gave a heavy sigh and
shook his head. “I’m afraid not, my love. The rebels are sneaky – too sneaky. They
were said to have left after the coronation. Xian and Len are looking for them
with their respective men.” Cassidy’s grip on the goblet tightened, but Jacques
failed to notice.
“No matter,” she muttered,
taking another drink. “We’ll catch them soon.”
“Maybelline would appreciate
your help with the tactics tomorrow.”
“I’ll help her.”
Silence met them. The servant
earlier came back, bowing in greeting and serving Cassidy her meal. As she began
to eat, the servant waited on Jacques, eventually being told to leave, as
Jacques wasn’t hungry at all.
“Aren’t you hungry, Jacques?”
“Not quite.” He took a nibble from
a piece of bread covered in butter and fruit jam, “I’ve had my fair share this
afternoon. Bread will do for me.” Cassidy forked fish into her mouth, “Forget
them,” Jacques said softly. “They are nothing but traitors to be executed when
I have them found.”
