(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

"My Lord. What are you doing while injured?" One of the guards, the taller and more built of the two asked. Sam's grip on Cass' arm tightened and he gathered that Sam either didn't like this man, or had a bone to pick with him.

"Am I not allowed to move around my own home?" Cass demanded, and the guard's eyes widened.

"O-Of course not, my Lord. I was just...worried about your health." Cass scoffed.

"Of course you were." Cass looked him up and down, taking in his good build, and the way he carried himself. His black hair was slightly windswept, just enough to keep it out of his eyes. His brown gaze stared down at him and Cass could sense a slight animosity towards him. He was definitely cocky, that much he could tell, but he couldn't sense any laziness from him. He could from the second guard and from the way the second guard carried himself.

The two were like night and day.

Where this guard had his uniform in perfect shape, the other was sloppily put on. Barely holding on for dear life.

Cass felt a plan forming in his mind. A plan to offend this guard, and put the other in his place.

"I'd like to take a guard for myself, just in case." Cass said, and watched as both of the guards seemed surprised. "Of course it would not be good for me to use magic right now. My head is injured." He told them, and they seemed to understand what he meant. Cass was fully bullshitting. He didn't have a clue about magic in this world yet. "So, you." He pointed to the sloppily dressed guard. "You're coming with me." He ordered.

The guard who clearly cared about his job tensed.

"Are you sure, my Lord?" He asked almost immediately and the other guard nodded his head vigorously. Cass wanted to laugh. If you were going to worry about having to actually work, you should have gone for a different job.

Cass had a big plan he had to get underway. One where he had to rehabilitate his image, and it wouldn't do him any good if the people under him were even slightly incompetent.