Chapter 50: A blanket to bond us
Cass felt a little bit better after visiting the clothing boutique, while Lord Vespertine seemed to have a lot on his mind.
Cass was sure he had a stupid smirk on his face. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten one up on the damn man, especially since he knew that Lord Vespertine set some of the trends that happened in the capitol. He didn’t find that out from the book, but from the newspapers that he read to get more information on this world. If he wore his design, it would be an instant hit.
He would never ask that of the man. He would never ask him to do anything for him. Maybe he could phrase it as doing something for the town? Turn this town into a city? Would that be enticing?
Cass wasn’t sure.
Lord Vespertine thought it was the perfect time to eat, and he finally let Sam come closer to him. Sam, who had apparently been watching from such a far distance that Cass couldn’t even sense him, was super nervous as he approached. He checked Cass from head to toe, making sure he was okay. He felt more like a nanny than an aide, and that also made Cass laugh.
Lord Vespertine flinched when he heard Cass laugh, then turned away to speak to his aides. Jeez. What shit in his cornflakes this morning? Was laughter such a bad thing? Up until the reveal that Cass could do some tailoring, Lord Vespertine had been so clingy and gross so far, but now he was flinching when Cass laughed?
Fuck him then.
Sam still had the food that he’d brought with him, and in fact had Sir Forsythe carrying it around like it was a sacred artifact. Cass would have laughed if that didn’t feel like it was too close to home. Cass would starve today if anything happened to that food.
Speaking of, Cass wondered what Lord Vespertine would eat if they took a break for lunch. What could a man like him eat? He didn’t want to ask, since it would appear that he knew more than he let on, but he had been quite surprised that he’d drank the tea offered him by the boutique.