As Priam and the others considered his words, two silent figures observed him with piercing intensity.
Helen of Troy and Princess Kassandra of Troy.
Nathan's gaze swept the gathered royals without lingering. He paid little attention to the mixture of fascination and wariness directed his way, sparing only fleeting glances at those who watched him. Yet, despite his disinterest, he couldn't deny the stunning beauty of Helen, who stood out even among her people. Her allure was transcendent, a beauty that seemed almost otherworldly, surpassing any he had ever encountered. Kassandra, on the other hand, had a different appeal, a mystique that marked her as an enigma—but her expression toward him was one of thinly veiled fear. Unlike Helen's curious, almost impassive stare, Kassandra looked at him as though he were a monster cloaked in darkness.
