He's a strange one...
Cassandra muttered inwardly as she observed the young man before her.
Speaking of strange, she was reminded of that little girl again. Honestly, she didn't want to say all those things, but she brought it upon herself. Who told the girl to repeatedly try to mess with her?
Yesterday, today, and just now.
She even wondered whether the girl had a screw loose on her head. If not, why do all of these?
But she could guess why she was like this. Her earlier guesses must have been correct. Either she was a spoiled brat or someone who craved the attention of her family.
However, that didn't justify her actions in the slightest.
Pathetic.
That was the only word that came to mind when she recalled the girl's antics. She was like a child throwing pebbles at a mountain, convinced she could make it crumble with sheer petulance.
Take the prince, for example.
Cassandra heard the rumours, how she had 'won his heart' or how he supposedly swore eternal devotion.
