"Good evening, Lord Cassian," greeted Flori cheerfully.
"What the fuck?" Cassian leapt out of bed in shock at the sight of a woman teleporting to the foot of his bed.
"What the fuck indeed!" Flori agreed. "Cheating on your wife on the day of your daughter's death? Now that is low."
"And here was me thinking my reputation preceeded me everywhere I went," replied Flori playfully, twisting her face into a mock disappointment.
Cassian registered the crown and crossed his arms, "Why does the Queen of Spellcasters know so much about my life?"
"Because your wife paid me a little visit," replied Flori, her sweet and high-pitched voice feeling terrifyingly false and out of place with her words. "She told me all about what you did. Not that you knew she knew, of course. So busy being balls deep in the new one that you failed to notice the old one watching."
Cassian frowned, "And why would she go to you?"
"Now, that one I know you can figure out. We spellcasters have certainly built enough of a reputation for that."
Cassian hung his head before replying, "She's sent you to kill me."
"See, normally, given the sheer amount of money she has given me - honestly, it is borderline disgusting how much money she has paid me - I would. But, you see, she made a bit of a mistake. She told me your name."
Flori stared at Cassian with an intensity that unnerved him.
"Oh, do resist the urge for more pointless interjections. We don't have much time to waste. Allow me to explain."
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