"You know, I'm not a fragile little dainty princess. I can go places and do things," Cassarae complained, placing her hands over her belly. "I'm not even showing yet. I can still punch things."
Sylas gave her a look.
She pouted in response. "I take that as a no."
"That's right," Sylas replied, leaning back into his chair and looking up at the skies.
Cassarae rolled her eyes and looked over at the Duchess who hadn't really spoken much since Sylas returned. It was a shame, because Cassarae actually felt like the Duchess was starting to warm up a bit before.
Was she being a bit of a hypocrite now? Maybe.
She was the one that wanted the dividing line between her status and the Duchess', but she still felt bad about how Sylas was treating her.
