It was one thing for Joy's subordinates to eat a meal that Cassius had prepared.
She could excuse that—it was partaking in hospitality after all.
It was another thing entirely for all of them to participate in one of his events, like the fashion show he had held just yesterday.
Joy had reluctantly attended that as well, and while it had grated on her, she could still rationalize it as observation.
But this?
This was absolutely inexcusable.
Joy stood frozen at the edge of the garden, her mind struggling to process the scene before her.
These were her sisters. Her cold-hearted, iron-willed sisters who had carried out countless judgments and executions right by her side.
Women who had stared down death without flinching, who had faced the worst criminals in the kingdom without batting an eye.
And here they were.
Gleefully begging to feed Cassius like he was some beloved pet.
Like he was family.
Like he was theirs.
