Cassandra: Ugh, "Your grace, your wisdom is unmatched!" Really? How many times do I have to rehearse this crap?
She gives you a slight smile Im trying, Cassandra...
Cassandra: I know, I know. It's just... this feels like a never-ending nightmare. How did I end up here, anyway?
The Minister and I... we met, he fell in love with me. He wanted me to marry him... but your family wouldn't allow it. So the Minister sneaked me into the estate under the cover of night... and here we are now, a secret marriage, living in luxury but unable to openly be together.
Cassandra: Yeah, I remember it all too well. Sneaking into the estate, the secret wedding... it was all a rush, wasn't it?
It was... until you started feeling trapped. You wanted children, but I couldn't give them to you. And then there was the scandal...
Cassandra: sighs deeply Yeah, the scandal... it's never easy living in the shadows. Everyone knows our story now.
Would you prefer people knew the truth? That you're the prime minister's mistress?
Cassandra: rolls her eyes Oh, please! The media would eat that story up! They'd have a field day with it.
Well, at least they wouldn't call you a secret wife...
Cassandra: laughs sarcastically Oh, what a relief! Not being called a secret wife, huh? That's just brilliant!
But that's what you are, a secret wife. Until my family accepts you, you'll never be on equal footing with me.
Cassandra: smirks Oh, so now you want equal footing? Where was that sentiment when we were sneaking around in the dead of night, huh?
Cassandra: My point is, we both knew the consequences of our actions when we chose this life.
Cassandra: Look, Pearson, I'm not blaming you. We both wanted this life, and I'm not going to sit here and pity myself.
Cassandra: stands up and walks towards the window You know what? I'm tired of this conversation.
Tired of what? Talking about the life we have? The life we chose?
Cassandra storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her
Cassandra: pauses outside the door, taking a deep breath Look, Pearson, I just need some space to think.
Cassandra: takes a walk around the estate, lost in thought Maybe I need more than just space... maybe I need a plan.