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His footsteps jolted me awake. I recognized the rhythm of his steps as he they stopped at my door. I sat up from my bed as the keys unlocked the massive doors that kept me prisoner in my room and watched in confusion as my father, King Hector Priam stepped in.

There was something unusual about the way he entered my room. I could see the urgency in the way he stood. Everything about his presence felt wrong, especially how early he came to see me.

I was not usually let out of my room until late in the afternoon for at least an hour before I was returned back and locked away from prying eyes.

Ever since I was a little child, I had been a caged princess because I was deemed to dangerous to out in public. As I grew up, I had no choice but to become familiar with the four walls of my large chamber. No friends, no lover, nothing. I was used to the silence and loneliness.

Father's gaze was hard and cold as he watched me from the door way. His silence was even louder. Three maids silently walked in with their heads bowed and waiting for father's orders. What was happening? I asked inwardly as I stood up from my bed and bowed.

"Good morning, father," I greeted, wondering why he was even hear in the first place. Father never came to my room. Never. So, I knew that something was wrong.

"Bathe her, thoroughly and dress her in her finest of clothes and jewelleries." Father ordered the maids, entirely ignoring my greetings. He took another cold look at me before he left me with the silent maids.

The maids refused to look me in the eyes as one of them gestured politely towards the door. Still confused, I was led to the enormous steaming royal bath. It was built with shiny marble floors and a wide pool with blue hot water. I took off my robe and let the maids slowly dip me in the pool. It was hot and soothing against my skin.

The quietly went to work as they administered sweet smelling liquid soap on my body and long midnight black hair. They were not allowed to speak to me as they went about their duty. No one was allowed to speak to me.

I was led back to my room after I was done with the bathing and all through that time, my mind was racing with different questions. What was going on? Why had father personally come to wake me himself? I was distraught with confusion as I stepped back into my cage. The maids helped me into my dress and they gently placed a neckless with precious stones on my neck and ears.

I looked at myself in the long oval mirror and was a bit startled at my appearance. Elegance. That was the word that came to mind as I assessed myself. What was the occasion? I asked myself as the maids led me out of my room.

"I will take it from here," said Elric, with a mocking smirk etched on his face. Elric dismissed the maids with an arrogant wave of his hand and he eyed me up and down like I was for sale in a market.

"Not bad," He said, his smirk getting wider. "You clean up real nice." I could hear the unhidden mockery in his tone as he led the way to the palace. Elric was the second son of the family and I came after him. He had no love for me and had always maltreated me any chance he got. He walked with a slight majestic limp as we reached the court.

Even though Elric was a full-blooded werewolf, his left leg had never healed properly. It was one of the main reasons he hated me with passion. I had maimed him permanently and it had not even been my fault. When I was eight and he was twelve, he had pushed me down a flight of the spiralling stairs in the palace. My left ankle broke as I tumbled down the stairs.

Of course, he had never been punished that day and I cried myself to sleep with a bandaged ankle that night. The next morning, Elric woke up with a terrible scream. His left leg had been twisted horribly to an odd angle. It never healed properly and whoever did it was never found.

Elric believed that I had something to do with. So did my father and so did my mother. Everyone did. It was one of the reasons I was always kept under lock and key.

I noticed that Elric was also happy as he led me to the table where father, mother and my elder brother Marcus sat. There palace was devoid of people and only the servants were up and about. A wave of power washed over and I almost stumbled before I quickly regained my posture. It came from a large thick and muscular man with cold blue eyes who sat across father and Marious as I approached the round large table.

"Cassandra," Marious said curtly. "What the hell kept you?" I could sense the impatience in his voice. Marcus was the eldest son and first prince. He rarely paid me any attention since he was too busy being father's shadow in the palace. It made sense because he was the next in line to throne of Abalus.

"Sit," Father ordered and I obeyed. I peered curiously at the large man who had a look of disdain etched on his face. I could tell that he did not want to be here.

"What is going father?" I dared to ask.

"You will speak only when you are told to speak, Cassandra," Marius curtly said and my face heated up in embarrassment.