Prophecy:

“Lady Cassandra, it is I, Lady Umara.
Nothing, the woman on the other side of the iron gate didn't move, didn't even blink, staying silent and rigid, sitting against the farthest wall.
"Are you sure she's alive?" Umara questioned the guards, turning her back on the cell. "It seems she's not even breathing."
“I am alive, nomad. Stop your impertinent howling. Say at once what you came to say and get out, I'm not in the mood for stupidity."
Umara took a step back, in a matter of seconds Cassandra had moved from her position against the wall, coming dangerously close to Umara, even through the bars.
Umara swallowed. Cassandra's appearance was deplorable, she was dirty and disheveled, her skin had a pale, sickly color. His eyes were sunken and his lips parched and cracked. There was no trace of the haughty and beautiful woman who had tried to humiliate her so many times.
"I don't need your pity," the prisoner snapped between her teeth. "Speak, why have you come to torment me?"
Umara bit her lower lip, unsure how to phrase the question.
"Are we sterile?" she whispered. "Since when have you poisoned the harem girls?"
Cassandra's gaze swept over Umara, from the tips of her soft, jeweled slippers to the tiny pearls that adorned her hair.
"No," Cassandra murmured. "All my plans, all my stratagems were frustrated by my own ignorance. If I hadn't sent the captain of the golden army against the nomads, you would never have reached the capital, he would not have found you and my initial plan would have paid off. Warrior Wolf or not, without heirs he would have no hope of keeping the throne."
´´I don't understand, what does my arrival at the Palace have to do with the poisoning of the other Moons?
´´Everything is your fault. You found out what was going on and I was forced to try a more violent strategy. With time, the nobles would demand his resignation and my brother would have taken the throne, being the next heir in line to the throne…- Cassandra's voice broke into a sob.- …but now my brother is dead!"
A spasm of suffering seized the former first wife, shaking her completely until she fell to her knees on the ground, wrapped in inconsolable sobs.
Umara could not understand, Cassandra's words were disjointed, her thoughts seemed more like the ravings of a madwoman than coherent ideas.
Cassandra shrank into herself on the cold, dirty floor of the dark cell.
He didn't touch me, he didn't get close to me frequently, he never really enjoyed kissing or touching me.- he sobbed inconsolably.- he did it out of obligation, to keep up appearances, because it was expected.
Umara wondered if Cassandra was referring to Alessios or Emir, her late lover.
´´As time passed, it began to be said that I was sterile and very soon the word spread throughout the Palace, his advisers at that time decided that it was reasonable and fair for him to take a second wife, and he did so. I started poisoning the Japanese dog from the moment she stepped foot in the Palace and she didn't give birth either. But it wasn't our fault, it was never my fault, it wasn't even because of the poison; it was all the wolf's fault!
A painful fist hit Umara's chest, despite Cassandra's obvious ramblings one thing was very clear, if she had started poisoning the water in the harem since Cítiê's arrival, if her calculations were correct, it meant that none of the other Moons could give Alessios children, never.
"It was all the fault of the wolf curse!" The curse of the wolf will be my downfall!
Cassandra fell to the ground, trembling and writhing at Umara's startled gaze.
´´Only the fertile land will bear fruit, only the blood moon will bring with it new life, the curse of the wolf will be my ruin. It will be my ruin...- Cassandra stammered incoherently, repeating the same words over and over again.
"Guards? Guards! - Umara cried. - bring blankets and cover her quickly, I think she has a fever, she's delirious.
The soldiers remained impassive, contemplating the trembling prisoner.
“We are forbidden to provide any kind of comfort to the traitor, my Lady.
"And food? They have been ordered to starve her to death too?! - bellowed Umara.
The soldiers remained silent.
"I order you to bring blankets to cover her with and soup from the royal kitchen to feed her with, or I swear to the gods that your corpses and that of your entire family will feed the crows tomorrow!"
´´The red moon will bring my ruin, the red moon will bring my death and the end of my lineage.- the prisoner stammered, shuddering convulsively on the dirty and smelly floor of the cell.
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´´Cassandra's condition is precarious, I would like to be granted better treatment.
The prime minister could not get out of her stupefaction.
"Better?" Cítiê shrieked, something that was extremely uncharacteristic of her. "Do you think she should aspire to a greater reward than keeping her life? Have you forgotten how she treated us?" Have you forgotten that he tried to kill us and take the throne?
´´She's sick, I don't know how the Kurani laws will treat prisoners, but while she's alive it's our obligation to provide for her. They didn't even feed her properly.
Cítiê stood up, stretching to the full extent of her few metres.
"You may be the emperor's favorite, but that doesn't give you the right to tell me how to do my job," Cítiê barked.
Umara took a step back, she had never heard such a level of poison come out of Cítiê's mouth, contemplating the contracted face of the little woman and her slanted eyes shining, full of hatred, she knew that the other Moon was seized with terrible jealousy.
“I didn't mean to offend you, Cítiê. And you know that I never pretended to be more than one of the crowd. I never sought the favor of Aless…of the Emperor, and you know it.
"And yet..." the little woman continued haughtily. " Tell me, Umara, what makes you different from Cassandra?''
I narrow my eyes. I can't believe that this is really the opinion that Cítiê has of me, and I wonder if that opinion will be shared by the Lunas restaurants. Filling my lungs with air, I continue.
´´I differ from Cassandra, in that she always tried to resolve conflicts and impose her will with violence, however I try to appeal to your conscience and good judgment. It's not good for us to treat her like this. We should try to differentiate ourselves from her precisely in this, in the way we treat others."
Cítiê's stony expression made me understand that my words would be of no use, so I bowed to her as a sign of respect and left.