(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

"Anyways," Cass said, coughing again. "It seems that our sleeping arrangements are less than ideal?" Cass suggested mildly, glancing at the three tents. He didn’t need to fake the frown that marred his face. He wasn’t pleased with this either. Why did he need to suffer because it was Lady Fiona’s damn harem?

He was just a gay guy roped into this for power reasons. Why did he need to suffer as well?

Vespertine’s sour expression returned, and he glanced at the two women. Holy hell. Sir, one of those women is your wife, and the other is your sister. Keep your hatred to a minimum. For Cass’ peace of mind.

"Yes. The priests decided to only set up three. Lord Ridgewood went off to speak to them about this." Cass wondered what kind of situation Lord Ridgewood would have come back to if Cass and Lucian hadn’t arrived first.

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"Ah. I see. That’s why I don’t see him." Cass commented, and Lady Fiona flinched.

"I am not some kind of monster. I wouldn’t lay a hand on anyone." Lady Fiona muttered, her tone dark and Cass honestly, felt a little bad for her. Sure, she had made her bed, but she was right. She shouldn’t be treated as if she was some lust filled monster. Vespertine was angry probably because she wasn’t that way and had acted true to her heart.

Damn it. Cass was about to step into the situation.

"Well, I’ve asked Sir Forsythe to check my supplies and see if we have another tent. I too, and not comfortable with this situation. If Lord Ridgewood returns, and he is unable to procure more tents, we can use mine to separate the ladies." Cass offered and Vespertine’s jaw dropped.

"Uh, well, Cassian that’s-" Cass raised an eyebrow at his sudden protest. Cass crossed his arms, leaning on his right hip.

"Is that not what you wanted, Vespertine? The ladies to be separate? I think it’s a rather reasonable thing to do. The rest of us men can fend for ourselves." Cass said stiffly, hating the idea of sharing a space with any of the men.

Lucian, however, looked ready to pounce. Lady Fiona stiffened.