Chapter 22: All the work, none of the power
Sir Forsythe glanced at the food on the desk next to him and cleared his throat.
"You should eat, my Lord." He prompted and Cass glanced at him before snorting in disbelief. He expected him to eat while speaking about his childhood trauma? Wow. Alright.
Lord Blackburn was apparently a heartless man, but given that he had just been told that his father wasn’t a part of his life and his grandfather threw money at him like a problem he was trying to get rid of, while also trying to create a new heir.
Snorting again, Cass picked up a nearby fork and stabbed some of the most bland looking food he’d ever seen. It looked like he wasn’t going to enjoy food for a while.
That was no bother. He’d eaten garbage before. This was nothing.
Cass methodically ate the food beside him, glancing at Sir Forsythe to gauge his reaction.
He seemed pleased. Very pleased, actually. Sam was the same. Noticing his curious gaze, Sam was the one who spoke up.
"You normally don’t eat with such gusto. Is it okay?" He seemed eager, excited and Cass hated to be the bearer of bad news.
"No. it’s awful." Cass told him, and Sam’s face fell dramatically. "But, I need to eat, so I am going to. Did I used to complain before?" Sir Forsythe was the one who answered.
"You didn’t always have such a strict diet. It came when you came of age. You knew what good food tasted like, but you had such violent reactions as a child that we never risked it again. There were several times when you almost..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening. "Lord Blackburn made sure that didn’t happen, especially since you are the only one who can carry on the family line now." It was clear that Sir Forsythe did not like Lord Blackburn’s grandfather.
The fact that he called him Lord Blackburn instead of Duke Blackburn was an obvious dig. There was also the disdain in his voice. Was he upset that a family member wanted another to die? Cass wasn’t. Lots of people killed family members. Especially during these times.