Chapter 229: Father dearest
Lucian had been right about how fancy the carriage that Vespertine had sent to pick them up in. Never mind that they already had a carriage that they could have used, it was clear that the man wanted to show off.
It was like the carriage he had seen back at the mansion ages ago. Fancy, lots of decoration and carving. Looked like it belonged in a different era with most of the carriage being bright, almost shocking colours that made Cass’ eyes hurt. He knew it was the times, but damn it, it was fucking hideous.
"Is he wanting to embarrass me?" Cass muttered quietly as he stared at the carriage. Lucian laughed beside him.
"Hmm. Not sure about that. It’s rather clear it’s from the Vespertine family though. Isn’t that the crest on the doors of the carriage?" Lucian asked, pointing to the door in front of them and Cass nodded. Yup. That was the crest for the Vespertine family, loud and proud.
Cass wanted to run his hand over his face out of frustration, but instead, he just shook his head and stepped towards the carriage.
Lucian darted for the door before Cass could even get close enough to touch it and opened it for him. Cass blinked, surprised by his action but Lucian just smiled.
"It’s not proper for you to open your own door. I don’t want to be lectured by your guards later." Lucian joked, but Cass just stared at him. Lucian shifted awkwardly as Cass continued to stare at him before Cass climbed into the carriage. Yeah. Sure. Lectured by his guards.
Cass just sat down inside, sighing as Lucian climbed in after him and had enough sense to sit across from him unlike yesterday when he had tried to sit next to him. Cass remained silent, looking out the window at the street below and the expressions on people’s faces as they caught this ultra fancy carriage next to an inn.
Rumours were going to spread, and he wondered how quickly they would get to his grandfathers’ ears.
It was as he was having those thoughts that Sir Forsythe climbed into the carriage, closing the door and sat down next to Lucian. Cass blinked a few times as the carriage began to roll and Sir Forsythe leaned over, passing Cass a small trinket.
It was a flower.