Cassandra entered with the young maid. Her head was bowed and not daring to look up. She was told not to look at an aristocrat's eyes directly, since they did not want to have the same level of sight with such commoners and peasants.
Her grip tightened on her luggage, quelling the fear and inferiority that started growing inside her.
The soft and regal voice of the person who answered came from a woman sitting elegantly on the sofa.
She gracefully sipped in her teacup before placing it down on the center table again. Her fair and dainty hands settled on her lap, as she finally looked up and paid attention to the guest.
Her emerald eyes looked sharp like a dragon's eyes, giving her a strict and intimidating look. It preyed on the young child who was slightly trembling before her. Her eyes were void of any emotions except scrutiny and a mysterious glint of satisfaction.
