Happened 400 Years Ago

Arabella grew uneasy as the conversation between Cassius and Ariel shifted. What started as polite curiosity was slowly evolving into something more pointed, quizzical tones edging toward confrontation. She glanced nervously at Cassius, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the fabric of her skirt.

Sensing her tension, Cassius gently tapped her hand, a silent reassurance. His touch was calm, wordlessly telling her not to worry. He wasn't planning to lash out or harm her sister simply for asking questions.

She exhaled faintly and cut in between, "Cassius is right. It is odd that he would want to help without anything in exchange but there are those who defy normalcy, sister."