Cassandra wrote patiently.
Initially, her thoughts were all over the place but soon she realized that it was of no use. If she could not hear the Duke's mind how can she deduce the cunning mind of the war god?
Cassandra sighed as she looked at the book only she could see. The words were a combination of shapes and their letters. Although it was a bit difficult to write, Cassandra tried her best to do justice with it.
'How should I write this?'
Cassandra blinked as she looked at the complicated letters in front of her.
'Should I write whatever I want? The Duke will never know.'
Cassandra was thinking of the possibility but soon she realized that the gaze of the Duke was observing her. She was frightened at the thought of being caught by the man who held so much power.
'Forget it.'
'What if I get caught.'
