Chapter 82 – Sarah, gentle lady
The carriage was luxurious, as expected. Black and red, the Hood's favoured colors, adorned with jewellery that only made it more striking. Despite the obvious motion of the vehicle, no sound or disturbance could be felt from within.
Inside, two couches faced each other. Sarah sat alone on one, her hands constantly fidgeting in barely concealed nervousness, sparing Cassius an apprehensive glance every few seconds, lips pressed into a thin line.
'What is happening?' She asked herself, her blue eyes subtly trembling, braced for something bad at any moment.
After all, the one sitting across from her — smiling, looking through the window, legs crossed, his cane leaning elegantly at his side — was Cassius Desdemona.
And there was hardly anyone among the top ranks of the Kingdom who was not aware of the Last Born of the Desdemona.
Sarah didn't know him particularly well. But what she did know — or rather heard — chilled her heart.
