The smell of ocean felt as biting as salt. Wind gust strongly, brushing aside Cassius's black hair from his forehead as he watched quietly at the wooden ship and the people who were trying to carry out all the wooden box containers that were filled with new weapons. He remained quiet, watching those objects and the people who were being scolded for manhandling the object.
Then he could feel the presence of someone walking beside him though he didn't fully acknowledge the person standing there while holding the parasol over her head.
"Those weapons were specifically ordered by the King but not much have been told to us, his ministers; perhaps Your Highness would know about it?"
Helena was wearing all black, her parasol covered her entire body from the sunlight, making sure that not even a single ray of light would pass to her skin.
"Vampires don't die from sunlight anymore, Helena," answered Cassius with a hint of smirk.
