Chapter 49: This is not a date
Cass took it all back. Fuck Lord Vespertine and fuck whatever the hell that had been.
As soon as they had reached town, Lord Vespertine had shoved his hat on his head, and yanked Cass out of the carriage, practically escorting him around town while holding his hand.
His. Cass’. The grandson of the man who hated homosexuals the most.
Was the man fucking crazy? Everyone was looking at them like they were insane, and Lord Vespertine was fucking up his schedule even more. He wasn’t even taking him to places he wanted to go to.
Instead, Lord Vespertine, with that damn handsome smile on his face, led him around to different shops. He didn’t go to the district with all of the market stalls, and instead went into brick and mortar stores. The worst was when he took Cass into a jewelry store and had Cass pick something out for himself.
Cass was pissed. He was angry because he was being dragged around, and his guard wasn’t doing anything to stop this, nor was Sam. He also couldn’t see his aides at all, which made him even more angry. He was also angry that Lord Vespertine was treating him as if he had no money.
Cass had money. He was working hard for that damn money. The money was his family’s money, but he also had poked around. Lord Blackburn had a lot of money. It felt insulting that this man not only was dragging him around without letting him put his hood up, was taking him to shops like they were on a date, but was also refusing to let him pay for anything.
Cass was vibrating with anger, but trying to contain it when they stopped into a clothing boutique. He was sure that Lord Blackburn would never step into a place like this, and Lord Vespertine gave him a mischievous grin.
"Lord Cassian! We should get some clothes made for you! It’s a new season, and the fashion this time I’m sure will excite you." Cass didn’t like how Lord Vespertine was speaking for him. He was so smug, so proud, and it only made Cass feel worse.
It didn’t help that his worst fears were realised. Everyone he ran into looked at him and saw his eyes and flinched, before they began stuttering and shaking. Cass hated that kind of treatment. Like he was some kind of freak, and it only made it worse that it was like Lord Vespertine was coming in and smoothing over any issue that popped up.
Like some kind of princely angel, he was blessing everyone with his presence and saving Cass from his bad image. Cass hated it. He hated owing anyone, and he was fairly certain that Lord Vespertine knew this.