Cursed To Oblivion

Portia's usually calm and composed expression had twisted into a frown, her brows knitting together as though she had just realized she had failed in her duties.

While still dutifully feeding Cassius grapes, she hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice laced with quiet frustration.

"Master, I had already instructed the maids to keep their mouths shut about that night." She muttered, pressing a grape to his lips with a little more force than necessary. "It was for your sake. I made it very clear that no one was to speak a word of it. And yet…someone still went against my orders."

"...Someone ignored me and spread those lies—worse lies than I ever could have imagined."

Her voice trembled with controlled anger, and she popped another grape into his mouth a bit harder than she probably meant to.

Cassius barely chewed before he felt a sharp voice chime in from his side.