A eave of unease spread through the women as they realised what this meant, even though they didn't have a clue about what was actually going to happen.
"I've decided." Cassius continued. "To make an example of someone...Just a little demonstration of what happens to those who keep secrets from me."
Whispers filled the room.
"Who's he going to pick?"
"Not me…Please, not me."
"He wouldn't dare…would he?"
Cassius allowed the tension to build, his smirk widening as his expression darkened with amusement. He wanted them to stew in their own panic, to feel the creeping dread of the unknown.
Then, just as the suspense reached its peak, he exhaled softly and murmured:
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall…"
The women tensed.
"Who is the prettiest among you all?"
