Chapter 225: Big, buff, macho guys
Cass went with something rather casual, easy to put on, and easy to transition into night clothes. He did have to use magic to clean some aspects of his outfit, but when he stepped out, Lucian gave him a one over before a small smile touched his lips.
"You know, I’m always surprised that you never ask me for help to get dressed. Not because I don’t think you are capable of getting dressed on your own, but because I just never think that you’ll be able to dress yourself. Granted, before your...vacation as Fiona put it, you weren’t really able to." Lucian’s expression was warm as he looked over Cass. Cass shifted uncomfortably as he learned that Lord Blackburn, even while mistreated, wasn’t really able to dress himself. Was that because he was neglected, or because he was an heir to a dukedom?
Cass wasn’t sure if he would ever find out, or if he wanted to find out.
"That’s kind of rude." Cass said as he made his way towards the door. Lucian beat him there, opening the door for him and making a grand gesture of holding the door open for him. Cass gave him a suspicious look as he stepped out into the hallway first and Lucian gave him a big, charming smile.
Cass suspicions grew even more.
"I didn’t mean it that way. I was just commenting that I was disappointed you didn’t ask for help." Lucian said. Cass opened his mouth to respond but someone else beat him to it.
"Forgive me for saying so, but why would my Lord ask you for help?" Cass stopped, his heart in his throat as Sir Forsythe spoke up. He had blended into the hallway, so Cass hadn’t noticed him. He had been waiting outside of his room which was just next door, and he had changed. He was in casual clothes, loose-fitting, his sword still at his waist. He was ’off duty’, but Cass didn’t believe it for a moment.
Neither did Lucian.
His smile didn’t fall from his face, he instead just chuckled, meeting the glare that Sir Forsythe was giving him.
"Who do you think helped him in the dungeon?" Lucian asked and Sir Forsythe narrowed his gaze, shifting until he was standing upright instead of leaning against the wall like he had been.
"Lady Fiona was supposed to help him. Did that happen? Were your hands wrapped every night, my Lord?" Cass felt his face pale as he recalled that no, it wasn’t done every night and he’d even forgotten to take his medication. In his defense, a lot was going on. Sir Forsythe’s expression darkened. "My Lord," he started, ready to nag him and Cass let out a soft sigh.