Chapter 46: I am no Cinderella, I don’t need a Prince
Cass was an idiot. He regretted agreeing to share a carriage with Lord Vespertine as soon as the carriage rolled around the corner.
It was the most gaudy shit he’d ever seen. If Lord Blackburn was dark gothic, Lord Vespertine was white gothic. His carriage looked like it had rolled right out of Cinderella and she was going to climb off at any second. All he was missing was the damn mice, and he’d be there.
Stealing a glance at Lord Vespertine, it made perfect sense. The man was the perfect Prince Charming. It made him disgusted as he happily chatted away to his aides.
They had a damn second carriage for the aides, so Sam wasn’t even going to be able to save him. Sir Forsythe was going to use his horse to trail behind them, and that had been the plan the whole time so Cass didn’t want to ask him to get in the carriage with him.
Fuck.
Cass was fucked.
He was even more fucked when Lord Vespertine offered to help him into the carriage, like some kind of damsel. It was even worse when he smirked at him, those damn blue eyes sparkling.
"I can’t have both Fiona and Draken mad at me for treating you poorly." Cass had already put his hand in his, and Lord Vespertine’s grip was tight. This fucker. He couldn’t pull his hand out if he wanted.
Thankfully, he didn’t yank him into the carriage, and had let him get in on his own. But that comment alone had made every hair on Cass’ body stand on end. That was not a good sign for him, and had been a good indicator of how their conversations were going to go.
Cass had done his best to ignore him, keeping his hood up even as they were in the carriage. Lord Vespertine had been so kind to even take his hat off, showing off his perfect blonde hair. Cass would never admit that he’d once wanted blonde hair. He’d felt boring with his brown hair, and had wanted to stand out.
He regretted his thoughts now, since he had a step above blond hair, and Lord Blackburn wasn’t exactly known for blending in. It had been commented on several times in the novel that Lord Blackburn had had a rather...interesting sense of style. Cass hated that he was experiencing that first hand.