At exactly 6 p.m., Alexander stepped out of his study casually moving his wrist to help ease the tension he felt on it. His gaze landed on the guard stationed in the hall. 'Marcus must still be resting.' He thought, without stopping in his steps, he ordered the guard.
"She is not to be starved," Alexander instructed. "But our guest doesn't get to be fattened up either."
The guard gave a short nod and started walking toward the kitchen, but Alexander's voice stopped him.
Finally pausing in his steps, Alexander glanced at him, "And she mustn't be served spoiled food."
"Yes, sir."
"Call Matteo over," Alexander continued, "Or Theo. Either one will do." The guard responded in acknowledgement before retreating.
Alexander resumed his walk to the dining hall, where Cassandra was already seated, her chin propped lazily against her palm.
