Cassandra didn't want to be in his proximity but she willed herself to follow him and see what he wanted to show her.
Getting up was an effort; her body seemed to have lost all strength, and her chest screamed. The anklet around her leg seemed like a shackle to her instead of his token of love. Siroos moved ahead, keeping his distance; the will to just turn around and have her in his arms rendered him weak inside.
He wanted to comfort her, apologise to her, soothe her but the regrets were like chasms between them, separating them.
Cassandra mindlessly wandered behind him as he halted near the place where the dragon had taken her the day of the festival and she had slept in his arms.
There was a unique plant which was nestled between the gigantic palm trees. It was a kind of bush Cassandra had never seen before.
