The Duke's Passion

Chapter 739  Sisters

[Heart's Kingdom: Avolire Palace]

Silvia stood in front of Cassara's chambers. She drew a breath and exhaled it slowly from her lips, raising her fist to knock at the door. She hesitated for a second, but clenched her teeth and knocked three times. "Cassara, it's Silvia," announced Silvia, keeping her chin up. "I would like to talk to you regarding something."

Silence was the answer Silvia received from the other side of the door, making her sigh once more. Cassara had been locking herself in her room, which was very unlike Cassara. Silvia wouldn't get worried if her sister was acting like a pampered princess and annoyed her. However, after Samael's visit that night, Cassara never left her room. Therefore, Silvia was worried. Her sister might not be that likable, but Cassara was still her sister at the end of the day. As Cassara's big sister, Silvia couldn't overlook her sister's odd behavior.

"Can I go in, Cassara?" Silvia voiced out once more, this time a level louder than the last. "If you don't respond, I have to go in."

Silvia waited for straight two minutes, and when she heard no response, she reached for the knob to open it. But just before she could touch the knob, the door creaked ever so slowly from the inside. Raising her head, Silvia let out another sigh.

Cassara opened the door, but only enough to peek at Silvia. Seeing that it was indeed Silvia, Cassara left the door ajar and walked away wordlessly. 'She's really strange,' Silvia muttered inwardly, pushing the door open as she walked inside Cassara's chambers. As soon as she stepped her foot in, she looked around Cassara's room. It was clean and everything was in order, a bit surprising, since this pampered princess used to throw things whenever she would throw a tantrum. "Ca –"

"What do you want?" Cassara asked, stopping in front of the corner stand to light up a candle. "Let's not beat around the bush. It's already late and I would like to rest."

Silvia stood near the set of settees, eyes on Cassara's back. "I'm worried."

"About?"

"You, obviously." Silvia breathed out, dragging her feet to the armchair. She sat down comfortably, leaning back, eyes at Cassara. "You've been cooped up in your chambers for days now. Thus, I came to check if you're faring well."

Cassara let out a shallow breath, making the flame on the candle dance. She bit her inner lower lips, forcing a sneer on her face before turning on her heel to face Silvia.

"Well, as you can see, I am faring well." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Or… are you basing my well-being on how many times in a day I throw a tantrum?"

"If you are well, then that's good." Silvia rocked her head, ignoring the tinge of sarcasm in Cassara's tone. Cassara laughed briefly. "How about you, sister? Have you been well after meeting the love of your life?"

"Barely." Silvia kept honest since there was no need to hide it. All her siblings were aware of her tragic love story with Rufus, and thus, she had no reason to hide it from Cassara. "Cassara, about Hell…"

"Don't mention him to me." Cassara dragged her feet to the settee across Silvia, keeping a firm countenance as she sat down and looked Silvia in the eye. "Lest you are not aware, I don't care whether Hell dies. He can just die for all I care — him and that damn butler."

Silvia furrowed her brows. Her lips parted, but her tongue rolled back for reasons she couldn't understand. Silvia was there to witness Cassara bring back Fabian's 'lost memories.' "Cassara…" she called, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "What sort of memory did you see in Fabian's mind?"

Cassara kept quiet, but her eyes were fixated on Silvia. When she opened her mouth, she closed them again. She lowered her eyes, clenching her teeth until her jaw tighten.

"Nothing," she breathed out. "I saw nothing that is worthy of your concern."

"My concern here is your well-being, Cassara," Silvia argued. "I don't care if Hell brings forth hell in this place, but I know your ability. That butler had led a cruel life and now he shares those memories with you."

"Are you worried I'll end up just like my mother?" Cassara scoffed, her eyes full of ridicule. "Do you think I'll lose my mind just because I brought forth someone else's memories? And I wouldn't discern which were mine and his?"

She shook her head, laughing with her lips closed. Cassara leaned back, resting her leg over the other, hands on her lap. "Don't worry, Silvia. I can perfectly sort out my memories and his because we led a very different life. You said it yourself. That butler had led a cruel life far different from mine." Cassara's eyes glinted as her expression turned solemn. "If you think the reason I'm staying in my chambers is that I'm having an identity crisis, you are wrong. I stayed in here because it was silent and peaceful."

She chuckled with her lips closed, tilting her head to the side. "You should be concerned about your own well-being. You are not well yourself after meeting your first love, and I bet you're dying to chase him to the ends of the world to get your answers. I advise you don't do that because it'll definitely hurt someone."

"Who? Stefan?" Silvia snorted, shaking her head. "Very well. Since you are obviously fine, I'll be on my way. I hope you have a good night, sister."

Cassara watched Silvia stand up. They exchanged eye contact in silence before Silvia turned on her heel and walked away. The latter didn't even look back at Cassara, leaving without another word, and closing the door behind her. "That poor girl…" Cassara whispered, staring at the shut door silently. "I saw in his memories she will eventually fall in love with Yulis and marry him. I guess there's no point in pitying her and letting her know it was that butler's idea to ruin her and that knight."