Chapter 12: A strong, powerful...wife?
Cass didn't know how he was going to live down this embarrassment in this life, or the next.
"Cheer up, Lord Cassian. At least none of the others have seen you." Lady Fiona whispered, her tone teasing and Cass fought a groan. He hadn't had a choice in this. As soon as Lady Fiona had gotten the idea into her head, it was done.
Lady Ava had been no help either. She had jumped up and down, clapping at the idea of Cass being carried by his wife.
He knew he was being weird about it, but there was the clear fact that to him, Lady Fiona looked like his sister. If his sister had done this to him? Fuck, he could already hear the years of torment he'd receive. Plus, they currently lived in a society where men were supposed to be strong.
He knew that Lord Blackburn was a stick, but this was bound to hurt his pride. And even if she said it like that, it wasn't as if the castle was empty. It was a fucking castle! He was sure there were several people who already witnessed him being carried up those damn main stairs by the heroine of the whole country while Lady Ava and his entourage trailed behind.
It didn't help that they were a sweeping main staircase with an elaborate chandelier that glistened and glittered. He'd seen his own damn reflection in the crystals as they went up the stairs, as well as the glee on Lady Ava's face as she trailed behind. It was like some damn movie scene, but the genders had been swapped.
"If you disliked me so much, you could have just killed me." Cass whispered back and Lady Fiona nearly stumbled over her feet down the hallway before she burst out into laughter. They were getting close to his rooms, or chambers as Sam called them. It was wild; he now lived in a castle with chambers.
"I had no idea you had a sense of humour! That's hilarious." She told him, smiling down at him and Lady Ava popped her head in so she could glance between them.
"What did he say? I want to know!" She asked and Cass closed his eyes, sighing. The two women were going to be the end of him. He'd thought he'd done the right thing by getting them on his side. Instead, he was already regretting it.
He should have known better. The goody two shoes always annoyed him. Even when he'd been in school. He'd gotten into more fights with rule abiders then rule breakers. Lady Ava and Lady Fiona both struck him as rule followers.
Fuck.