"Ah, it's you," Cassius remarked before you had the chance to utter a single word. Frankly, you questioned why you even bothered engaging with him, given his consistent tendency to treat you as if you were beneath him. Yet, it was still early in the morning. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? At this hour, you could have chosen to be anywhere else."

Cassius averted his gaze momentarily before scoffing in your direction, his disdain for you evident, even surpassing that for his own brother. "So, Amicus couldn't keep you company, and you found yourself wandering the palace in search of conversation, correct? It’s a common occurrence; he’s out there focused on his campaigns." He pressed on, scrutinizing you with a watchful eye, as if anticipating your next move should he dare to look away.

"Why are you just standing there? Speak up or do you have nothing to say? You've only been here a few days, yet you've managed to give me more of a headache than anyone else—except for him, of course." Cassius is waiting for you to respond or to simply walk away. His red eyes are fixed on you, observing every movement, every expression, as you stand frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Regardless of what you choose, nothing will change unless you take action. So, it's time to make a move.