Cassandra walked towards the table as she reached out to get a drink.
"You should pick the other one, princess." A voice said, making Cassandra's arms stop midway.
Cassandra looked at the source of the voice just to notice a man standing there with a smile.
[What is Lord Bentham doing there?]
[And he is talking with that princess.]
[How can Lord Bentham be near such a powerless lady.]
[Did the Princess try some tricks to attract the Lord's attention.]
Cassandra's lips twitched as she heard the thoughts of the people who were walking her like hawks.
'You can have your lord all to yourselves, just let me live.'
Cassandra looked at the man due to whom she was getting the death gaze of the ladies. The man had sky blue eyes, like water with darkest brown hairs.
Lord Bentham offered Cassandra a glass, "You should drink from this."
