In the depths of her slumber, Cassy found herself enveloped in a vivid dream, more a journey through a forgotten life than a mere fragment of sleep. The dream unfolded like a web of memories, each thread woven with the essence of a world far from reality.
She stood in a grand palace, its walls adorned with luxurious ornaments and its floors shining with polished marble. The air was filled with regal elegance and the soft murmur of courtiers. She was dressed in a gown of the finest silk, its fabric flowing around her like a cascade of liquid gold.
Before her stood a man, regal and commanding, his gaze filled with a love so deep it seemed to transcend time itself. He was the Emperor, Magnus, and in his eyes, she saw a reflection of herself – not as Cassy, but as Cassiopeia, Empress of a va
