Chapter 162: The Dragon finally gets what he wants
"Ser Hune, Lord Draken said that he might be able to help. Will you allow him to do so? All with your permission, of course." Cass asked her carefully. Draken flinched, but said nothing. It wasn’t meant as a jab, just a statement, and Ser Hune glanced between them.
"You aren’t going to do it?" She asked and Cass opened his mouth, before he shut it. He sighed.
"Lord Draken has...some secret talents that make him uniquely qualified. Uh..." Cass trailed off. "Ser Hune, are you familiar with a fellow who works for me by the name of Byron?" A flash of recognition in her gaze, before she swallowed, a feeling of guilt radiating off of her.
"I, uh, yes. We come from...a few towns away from each other. He’s a good kid." Cass could tell she was scrambling. It was clear that she probably knew that he was a spy, and if she did, she was terrible at hiding it. It was honestly pretty cute, and given what Byron had said about why he had been sent, it only made the feeling that they hadn’t sent him to spy for malicious reasons even more clear.
Cass bent, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.
"Well, Draken helped Byron reach full maturity, as one of his race can do." Ser Hune’s eyes went wide, before she glanced at Draken, then turned back to Cass who was grinning.
Cass half expected her to go even paler, like her husband was doing behind her. Instead, she held out her hand quickly. Looking towards Draken with a look of anticipation.
"D-Do you need to touch me?" She asked and Draken nodded, coming in closer and kneeling on the ground so he wasn’t towering over her, and was at her level. Given her current condition, Cass probably would have reacted poorly if he had asked her to stand. Draken glanced at Sir Sanders, who had clearly heard what Cass had whispered and had frozen, staring at Draken with concern and a little bit of fear.
"Worry not, mate of the fairy, I have no intentions to hurt her. Cassian has approved of my help, and I shall help." He said gravely, and Cass almost snorted. He was trying to sound cool, but instead he sounded like an old man.