Chapter 166: A joke made in poor taste
Turning in for the night after the whole affair was quite awkward. Especially since Cass had agreed to share a tent with Lord Ridgewood.
Cass could feel the turmoil that Lord Blackburn was feeling, and also the hissy fit he was throwing because Cass didn’t do what he wanted. There had been a few times where Lord Blackburn had stepped in and tried to take over. Well, not tried. He had. But this was the first time that Cass had tried to resist him taking over in that situation.
Even if he didn’t like Lord Ridgewood, sharing a tent with him was going to be fine. It wasn’t like he was sharing a tent with Vespertine or Lucian. Lord Ridgewood had shown no interest in Cass. At all.
Plus, the man had thrown a huge stink about his sharing a tent with someone of the opposite sex. Clearly, he wasn’t thinking of him in that way, and honestly, Cass didn’t need another of Lady Fiona’s husbands interested in him. He was barely surviving with Lucian focusing on him. He felt the only reason why Vespertine wasn’t putting more effort into it was lack of interest, and Lady Ava.
He really hoped that it was a lack of interest. He wasn’t about stealing other people’s husbands, even if they were neglecting them. He didn’t like the idea of being a homewrecker.
Either way, Sir Forsythe remained around until Cass had eaten more, and taken his medication. Lady Fiona had then stepped in and helped Cass wrap his hands. Cass didn’t mind that he wouldn’t be able to change after that, since he wasn’t Lord Blackburn, but Sir Forsythe stepped in. He helped Cass into the tent and helped him change.
It was odd, because Sir Forsythe did make a comment that this reminded him of Cass’ childhood and how he used to help him change when he was a kid. Why would Sir Forsythe, who was a knight and guard, be helping a young Lord Blackburn change?
If Cass thought about it too much, his blood might boil over. Fuck that grandpa of his. He never really had respect for his elders before this, but he really didn’t now. It felt like all the people older than Lord Blackburn, except Sir Forsythe had abandoned him when he needed it the most.
Damn it, he was getting himself worked up.
But now he was in his sleeping attire, his bed of several blankets had been made for him by Sir Sanders while Sir Forsythe had helped him change, he was feeling tired now that the food he had eaten had caught up with him, and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.
Lucian and Lady Fiona could tell that he was crashing. Everyone else was getting ready for bed themselves since they did have an early morning, but it was clear that Vespertine and Lord Ridgewood were going to stay up a little later. They hadn’t changed yet, and were sitting down on a wooden log near the fire. Cass could tell they had a little bottle of something nearby, with two small glasses.