"On such a day," Cassandra says dreamily, "did Icarus take flight, before the Sun betrayed him and brought him down;" and Aeneas mutters that at least he had wings.
"On such a day," she continues, "did my brother soar from the walls, and find himself turned a bird for his troubles;" but that, Aeneas begs her to consider, had been due to heartache, and surely beautiful Cassandra knows nothing of that.
"On such a night," she tells him, even as the guards shout that Prince Paris' ship has been sighted on the horizon, "I wrote my own destruction," and she pulls his face downwards to her own.
AU-ish from my own established Aeneas/Cassandra canon, I guess?
"On such a day," she continues, "did my brother soar from the walls, and find himself turned a bird for his troubles;" but that, Aeneas begs her to consider, had been due to heartache, and surely beautiful Cassandra knows nothing of that.
"On such a night," she tells him, even as the guards shout that Prince Paris' ship has been sighted on the horizon, "I wrote my own destruction," and she pulls his face downwards to her own.