Old friend

Cassius Whitewood stood in front of the Queen who was sitting by the table.

It wasn't just her who was going to decide his fate, but along with two other old-looking women.

He kept an expressionless gaze. His hands were positioned next to him.

He didn't appear like the type to fuss over anything.

Agnes watched with a subtle frown. She hated it when he acted so confident.

As if there was nothing to do to send him away from the castle.

She had chased him away earlier, not because there wasn't a solution to his problem but because she needed time with the elders.

Agnes alone couldn't decide the punishment for him in the absence of her husband, the king.

She needed to seek their opinion and decide what was best for the intruder.

One of the women who had been watching Cassius with a curious gaze folded her arms across her chest.

She leaned against the chair with a sharp gaze directed at the man.