Magnus made his way back to the room where Cassiopeia was sleeping. He stood by her bedside, staring down at her peaceful form. Her long lashes cast soft shadows on her delicate skin. Her face was so serene, so beautiful, and Magnus couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. Her hair was spread out on the pillow behind her, a halo of black curls that seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering through the window. Her lips were slightly parted, and Magnus could see her chest's gentle rise and fall as she breathed.
He remembered the day when he found the blueprints of the empire and how he had immediately suspected Cassiopeia of being a traitor. He had been so convinced she was plotting against him that he had ordered her to be arrested and interrogated. But now, as he looked down at her pea
