Cassius had never spoken of the King as a man, lest alone a father. They only talked when the King posed as a ruler, and perhaps this had happened the moment he had learned to breathe.
His words had made it clear—he knew his mother had never loved his father, even as the King himself seemed utterly enthralled by her. But Arabella doubted that love, for if he had truly adored the late Queen, would he have sent their only son to suffer in endless wars?
Perhaps that was simply the burden of a Crown Prince, something beyond her understanding.
One thing, however, was undeniable. During that disastrous last supper, the King had been fully aware of the hatred that simmered between Cassius and Lady Morgana. And how Cassius had not been pleased with the woman he had chosen as his stepmother.
