Chapter 15 : Wandered in the Mortal World
"Oh, God! We've wasted so much time. Let's go back to work! If Samuel or Lisette any of them found us slacking here, then only God knows what will happen to us," Ana's voice pierced through the walls of chamber, Cassian snapped out of his thoughts from the shrill voice of Anna.
Cassian and James both nodded in agreement, they were aware of the urgency of situation and that they couldn't afford to lose more time.
There is also fear of being caught by Samuel or Lisette, Cassian and James didn't want to leave the impression that they are lazy and slacking at work time.
"Anna, tell us what to do," Cassian urged to Anna, his voice was tinged with desperation as he looked to his friend for direction.
Ana didn't disappoint Cassian as she stepped forward with the confidence of someone who had taken charge before and said. "Cassian, you start polishing every object in this room. And James, you grab the duster and start cleaning the shelves. We need to clear out all the dust first, and then we'll replace everything with new items. We can't afford any mistakes."
Without wasting another moment, Cassian and James sprang into action. Cassian grabbed a cloth and his fingers started moving swiftly as he began to polish the nearest piece of furniture with quick, precise movements. The wood start gleaming under his touch making the surface smooth and reflective. He worked with a meticulous attention to every detail, not leaving a single corner unscathed.
Meanwhile James picked up a duster and began sweeping it across the shelves, dislodging the layers of dust that had settled there. The dust rose in small clouds, swirling in the sunlight that streamed through the windows than settled again.
The room was filled with the sound of their hurried movements—the soft swish of the duster, the rhythmic scrubbing of the cloth against wood, and the occasional clink of objects being moved or adjusted.
Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, focused entirely on the task at hand. The weight of the rumors about Prince Dorian still lingered in the back of Cassian's mind, but he forced himself to push them aside. There was no time to dwell on such thoughts now; the work had to be done.
The hours seemed to slip by in a blur as they worked, the urgency of their task driving them to work faster and more efficiently than ever before. There was no room for error, no time to rest. Every movement was purposeful, every action carefully calculated to maximize their progress.
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The scene shifted to a different part of the kingdom, to a palace that stood as a symbol of luxury and power. This palace was a stark contrast to the one where Cassian and James toiled—a place of breathtaking beauty, where every inch of the chamber was adorned with opulence.