Helena's eyes were fixed on Cassius as she asked for his opinion. Subtly, she hadn't addressed the King as His Majesty, but Cassius because in her eyes, it was only a matter of time before he took the throne. She studied his serene expression, but reading the Crown Prince was like trying to decipher a statue carved from marble. Even the King was easier to read. Cassius had been crafted from a young age to hide his thoughts behind that wicked, unreadable smile.
Cassius, on the other hand, had heard Lady Helena's words loud and clear. His silence wasn't because he hadn't made up his mind, it was quite the opposite.
From where he sat, he listened to the ministers bicker back and forth. The vampires pushed for stricter laws, hoping they would sleep easier if the humans were tightly bound under new constraints. But the human ministers argued the laws were too oppressive. Yes, some humans may have stolen the potion, but punishing them all? That was injustice, plain and simple.
