Cassandra's POV

"Cook?" I called out. In a minute, an average height hefty man with great muscles and beauty approached me. He bowed in courtesy as he entered the room, his face lit up with a smile across his face. Mark is always a happy person and I admire this feature greatly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You can take the dishes away." I was neither familiar nor strict in my tone but I kept indifferent like most top people did at times. Mark bowed in respect and gently carried the tray containing the dishes away. After he was gone, my gaze returned to Eva. "What were you saying?" We began again....