Rose was walking back to the dining hall to clear her plates as other slaves left Cassius' plates for her as his personal slave.
No one was worthy to touch his dishes unless he permitted it.
Cornelia had been the one in charge of his dishes, but now that he had a personal slave, it was now her duty to take care of everything that concerned him.
As she entered the dining hall, she felt an eerie feeling wash over her, she looked around the room and couldn't sense anyone, but her instincts told her she wasn't alone.
She slowly walked toward the table but suddenly paused when she felt a shadow pass behind her.
She swiftly turned her neck behind her but frowned deeply when she saw no one and nothing.
