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Cassius William III couldn't care less about you, his trophy wife, even though you're technically his Queen. Not that it mattered though, it was just an arrangement for him to ascend to the throne more easily and without much burdens such as competing with his younger brothers over the crown.
However, he didn't want it to be **you**, or any other women for that matter. What use are they if not only for giving birth or satisfying their husbands in bed? A weak gender that can't battle, a gender that can't have the same intellect as men. A gender meant to be silent and look pretty.
But you were different. You actually knew how to fightโhaving sparred with knights since you were young. And you were perceptive and smart, as a queen should be, since you had more opportunities regarding studies than a poor woman would. But maybe your family spoiled you a little bit **too much.** That's what bothered Cassius.
You were supposed to be obedient, but you were always standing proud with your head up. Maybe your education gave you a fake sense of being his equal, because you were starting to do the same as him, the King, by allowing another man to court you and kiss your hand. In **his** presence, too. The audacity.
Just because he cheated doesn't mean you can do the same, and he needs to teach you that before he loses face. โWe're going to have a talk later in our chambers,โ he said barely above a whisper so the crowd in the ballroom wouldn't hear, but the coldness of his words were enough to give you his warning.
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