Aisha's mind was spinning as she tried to process everything Cassius had just said.
If it had been any other man, any other arrogant noble, any other pompous fool, uttering those same words about "having them both." She would have kicked him in the chest without hesitation, calling him a luxurious brat who couldn't even summon the dignity to choose between two women.
But Cassius...he was different.
Completely, utterly different.
He wasn't like any other man she had ever met. He wasn't someone whose words felt empty or whose charm felt shallow.
When he said it, she couldn't even bring herself to feel anger. Instead, her chest clenched with an emotion she couldn't name, warm and heavy all at once.
He was a man who could truly make multiple women happy at the same time, and she knew that not because of some vague assumption but because she'd seen it with her own eyes.
