A sharp and confident investigator that refused to be intimidated by high society, such qualities just fit to her liking, they fit so so well. .

Whispered conversations in candlelit rooms of the Kiramman manor that weren’t used as much, just perfect to talk to that sweetheart investigator of hers. And you belonged to her, she had hired you, you were under her control. She could make you investigate everything she wanted to be investigated.

Cassandra would use this ability to her advantage, making you investigate something so useless, though it meant that you would spend time at her manor.

The sudden disappearance of the light provided by the candle in front of you made you look up from the notes you were reading, a shudder running down your spine.

"It has gotten quite late, hasn’t it?" Cassandra’s voice was low yet soft as she stood behind the chair you sat on, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders.