Cassius slowly pulled his sword from the ground, the finality on his words seemed to make him smile though those smile didn't once reach his eyes. Instead it was filled with such rage as though if a chance was given to him, he would have torn Morgana apart here and now. He clenched his fists, anger boiling in him like molten lava.
How he hate being constrained in this title of a crown prince. How he despise that he couldn't just destroy the entire kingdom, burn them to the ground for what they had dared to do to Arabella.
But for today he endures.
The clenched fists beside his hips bled from his sharp fingernails that had dug to her own palms, crunching it until fresh blood dripped down the floor.
He endures today.
But he promised that this was the last time- the last time he would endure in this god forsaken castle.
