anti-otp: Mordred/Cassandra
Cassandra's been sitting alone since yesterday, when she read the words that brought back her rape in horrifying detail. Currently she's curled up in a chair, head on her arms, her eyes distant and her expression blank. She lowers her forehead to rest it on her knees, eyes pricking with tears. She's just remembered that today would have been Andromache's birthday. If it had been her own, she could have forgotten, but Andromache...she can't help but remember all the days they spent together, talking of nothing at all as though they had all the time in the world. She tries to cheer herself with the thought of the child that will be hers soon enough, but she keeps thinking of Andromache and wondering what happened to her.