You Don't Deserve To Wear Your Uniform

The room was thick with suffocating silence, the tension stretching to an almost unbearable degree as Cassius stood before Isabelle, his gaze sharp and unyielding. His expression, a perfect blend of feigned disappointment and cruelty, only made his next words hit even harder.

He exhaled slowly, the sound almost mournful, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his true enjoyment of the moment.

"But it's such a shame." He said, his voice carrying through the room with deceptive gentleness. "Even though you are so beautiful, Isabelle, it's all wasted because of the sins you have committed against this household."

Whispers spread through the assembled women, but this time, it was not because they believed his words, but quite the opposite.

They knew she had done nothing wrong. They knew Isabelle was innocent. And that was precisely why it was so pitiful to watch her be made an example of.