Chapter 252: A war criminal?
Sir Forsythe chose that time to come back from his errand, and walked outside into a rather confusing situation. He glanced around the table, to the two knights that were outside as well, and then looked back at Cass.
"Is there...a problem, my Lord?" He asked and Cass shook his head, finally letting go of Lucian to get up.
"No. I just need to go smell some fucking flowers." Cass muttered, stomping off. Sir Forsythe watched him, before he looked back at the others. Fiona just shook her head at him, while Lucian continued to stew a bit. Edgar looked a little pale, while Lady Ava just...existed.
Cass was muttering to himself a bit before he crouched down and actually sniffed some flowers. He was amazed by how easily just the one sniff improved his mood. One deep, long inhale and a long exhale made everything a little bit better.
"I’m sorry I started this." Ser Hune said from behind him quietly. "I didn’t mean to stir the pot like this." She said quietly and Cass didn’t look back at her for a moment, just relishing the smell and the feel of the grass beneath his fingers. He hadn’t even realised that he’d sat down until he felt the strands of grass between his fingers.
They felt like they were welcoming him there.
"It’s okay, Ser Hune. I’m really not upset at all." Cass said to her. "I just haven’t felt big emotions like this in a while so it’s just a little overwhelming." Cass told her and Ser Hune, from her silence, didn’t seem convinced.
"I really was just checking up on your home. I wasn’t doing anything nefarious, not without your permission. I just..." She let out a soft sigh. "Sir Forsythe told me one time, when we were drinking together and you were just a babe. Your Mom had just passed, your Dad was missing, and Sir Forsythe was doing his very best to not get caught by your grandfather that...they cut down all the trees and put rocks over almost all of the grass on the estate." Ser Hune sounded ill recounting it. "He didn’t really know, but he knew enough that that would harm you. Even if you didn’t know it." Ser Hune’s voice trembled, like she was going to cry. "Seeing the estate today? I wanted to bury him in the ground." Ser Hune’s voice held an anger that was just as potent as when the plants had responded the first time.
It was far more subtle this time, but Cass could feel it. In the way that the grass grasped as his fingers, the flower became more potent. Ser Hune was a pure blood, and hadn’t been stifled her whole life. She was taught how to embrace all sides of herself, and Cass could feel in this moment what all of that meant.
"Can you do that?" Cass asked softly and Ser Hune let out a shaky exhale.