Chapter 666 Love is love

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[HEART'S KINGDOM ROYAL PALACE: Avolire Palace]

Silvia blinked multiple times, watching her little sister Cassara enjoy the grapes while sitting leisurely on the divan. Sitting.. no, she was lying on her side, which she would never do, at least not in front of Silvia.

"Sister, you seemed to have been in a good mood these days." Silvia smiled as she raised her brows, ignoring Cassara's relaxed demeanor. Although the latter just came into her quarters unannounced, Silvia was already used to her personality. Therefore, being civil was something Silvia was already used to.

"Who wouldn't be in a good mood if I hadn't been seeing our husband's face?" Cassara snickered as a piece of grape hovered before her lips. "Don't tell me you're yearning for his presence in your bedroom? Why not call for a male escort to fill the void in your heart? If one is not enough, try inviting two or three. It'll be fun."

Silvia's expression died. "Calling male escort is not something I enjoy.. unlike my playful little sister."

"Heh.. well, I respect your faithful heart." To Silvia's surprise, Cassara simply shrugged instead of smoldering in anger like usual after such subtle provocation. "Although indulging with men is fun, I would never know the day a man would truly capture my heart, my eyes, and my entire soul would come."

"Oh?" Silvia quirked a brow, watching Cassara smirk coquettishly.

"Surprising, I know, but I accepted that life is full of twists and turns. One thing, you don't like the person, and then the next.. you're in love. Say, sister, how does it feel to love a man?"

"I don't know."

"Huh.. is that so?"

"Love is love, Sister. You can try to describe it with all the words you know, but even if you fill an entire library, it will still feel it is never enough to relay what your heart feels." Silvia raised the teacup to her lips, gazing at her over the rim. "It is something you can only express through actions."

"Deep." Cassara rocked her head with pursed lips. "Maybe the joy in my heart is the same. There are no words that could describe how happy I was at the moment I wanted to jump from the rooftop."

Silvia didn't reply anymore as she sipped her tea elegantly. She didn't know what truly made her sister happy, but whatever it was, Silvia must admit conversing with Cassara had become bearable. In the past, this little sister of hers would just whine and knew how to speak the language of what Silvia considered as a child.

"Huh.. should I introduce you to him?" Cassara inquired as her eyes twinkled with excitement. "We had been exchanging letters as of late and he said he will visit me soon. It'll be fun if I introduced the man who made my heart flutter to my dearest sister."

"Stefan might be away and never restrict us in inviting people into our bed. However, you must be discreet. We had the freedom to indulge in debauchery if we pleased, so long as it wouldn't strain the king's name." Silvia placed the teacup back on the saucer, producing a soft click when the bottom touched the porcelain. "The punishment will be dire."

"Thank you for the reminder, sister. But no need to be worried. I simply suggested the idea since you're my dearest sister. We're so close that we even share the same husband, isn't that correct?" Cassara flashed her a sweet smile, throwing Silvia in confusion if she meant it sarcastically or if it was simply a reckless remark. "But anyway, if you don't want to, then that's fine. That only means we have more time together!"

While Cassara giggled and ate grapes, Silvia studied her in silence. No matter which angle she looked at it, Cassara seemed really excited about this meeting. To test if Cassara had truly met a man who made her change, she raised a question.

"How about Hell?" Silvia observed. "Have you let your delusion of being with him go now?"

To her surprise, Cassara simply looked back at her without much change in her countenance. If anything, the mention of Samael did not affect Cassara.

"I've already accepted that Hell will never reciprocate my feelings. He is a good and sweet brother, but I don't think he will ace Stefan in being a neglectful husband. In fact, I think he is worse than Stefan." Cassara nodded, convinced at this argument. "Everything had its end, sister. Even love fades if it has been taken for granted or returned with cruelty. I don't want to waste this life and hold on to someone who will never understand my heart."

It took an entire minute for Silvia to process the words she never thought she would hear from those lips. It was no secret that Cassara saw Samael as her god; she would worship him and join the cults in Cunningham if she could. So, this truly took Silvia aback.

"It seems you truly met someone who captured your heart." Cassara's lips stretched from ear to ear at Silvia's remarks. "I'm intrigued."

"Hehe.. he's someone women would swoon over for. I wouldn't even be surprised if just the sight of him will make your heart beat so fast you'd catch up to your breathing," she gloated with twinkling eyes, looking heavenward as she imagined the face of the man she had been talking about nonstop. "I can't wait to see him. It's been a while since we met, so.. there will be a lot of pent-up energy we will have to release."

"The last time you met..?" Silvia automatically ignored the rest of her sister's sentence as she stressed the keywords her sister had just said. She knew whatever that was happening in this palace, so she would be aware if Cassara met someone.

"Mhm! The last time. That's around.." Cassara played with her plum hair with her index, humming a tune while she counted the months since her last meeting with this man. ".. it's around four months. That right. He was here in the palace to see me and ask for my hand in marriage."