Chapter 93: Let’s not focus on what happened, and save a knight instead
When Sam’s knock did come to the door, Cass was practically a shell of his former self.
He’d sunk down to the floor, his expression still dazed, and his breathing slowly leveling out. Sam, who had a small smile on his face as he opened the door, assuming that his Lord was too busy to answer, nearly had a heart attack at the condition he found him in. He almost dropped the book he’d brought from Cass’ room, but instead placed it on the small table between the couches to the right of him, and then rushed towards Cass.
"My Lord! What happened while I was gone?" He looked around, his gaze wide as he tried to check for anything out of place. He noticed the small disturbance on his desk, the messed up papers, and the way Cass’ neckline was askew. He furrowed his brows. "My Lord? Did someone visit?" Cass jerked at that, inhaling deeply, and loudly. Cass crouched down, clearly flustered and wanting to help but he didn’t want to touch Cass without permission.
Cass let out a weak laugh, covering his face before his laughter began to shake his shoulders.
"That fucking man." Cass mumbled. Sam seemed even more concerned.
"Which man, my Lord? Who?" Cass shook his head, raising his hand to cover his face. He could still feel his fucking tongue on his neck.
Fuck. Who the hell said that someone else tastes good after licking them? That was so fucking weird. They were never going to get that close again. Cass was going to make sure of it. This ’marriage’ as Draken called it was never going to solidify if Cass could help it.
"Don’t let Draken anywhere near my rooms for the foreseeable future." Cass muttered and Sam’s face grew serious as he nodded.
"I will do my best, my Lord." Cass nodded, accepting that. Sam was just a guy. He wasn’t some devious creature like the rest of them. He had no power here, and so Cass could only hope for some help from him. However...