Chapter 253: A fairy...mage?
Eventually, Ser Hune and Cass headed back to the others. He wasn’t sure how long they had been chatting to each other, but he was glad that everyone had left them alone to speak. Cass felt a little calmer, even though he had a lot on his mind.
He still couldn’t really get past the fact that what they found out about him was supposed to be impossible. There was a large part of him that had wanted to disclose this to Ser Hune, but at the same time...
He couldn’t trust her. She had admitted twice that she was basically spying on him. While he appreciated the honesty, that didn’t really leave him with a good taste in his mouth. Ser Hune meant well, but Cass was going to need to sit with this information on his own. He didn’t even have someone who he could disclose this to, especially since Lord Blackburn was also processing this information.
Cass didn’t think that the other man had heard this before. Who the hell would he have heard it from? Cass had only just met Ser Hune, and it wasn’t like there were a lot of fairies in the capital. It was obvious from the lack of greenery in public spaces, unlike back in the town that they had made their home.
It was no place to raise a family, not for a fairy. So why the hell had Lord Blackburn’s mom done that? She had to have known what it would have done to Lord Blackburn, right? Or was she banking on the fact that he was going to be half human?
Cass was just full of confusion. He’d lost most of the appetite he’d had, so he was glad to see that the rest of the group were cleaning up the lunch. He’d eaten enough, he felt decently full. He also had some more jerky and cookies still in his little man purse if his hunger came back.
"Alright. Shall we head over to the estate?" Sir Forsythe asked, and Cass watched as Fiona, and Lady Ava’s eyes lit up. Cass sighed.
"Everyone is welcome to come." Cass told the group. Lady Ava clapped her hands gleefully.
"Oh goodie! I would have remained behind if you said so." She said with a smile, and Cass felt like she actually meant that. It would have also meant that Fiona had stayed back as well, and Cass wasn’t feeling particularly okay with being alone with the two men.
Well, he wouldn’t be alone, but having more company wasn’t a bad thing. Especially if they were trying to rub it in his grandfather’s face that Lord Blackburn didn’t need shit from him.
Stir the pot. Get him annoyed enough that he shows his face. Don’t go to him. Make him come to them.
"Are you sure about this?" Edgar asked. He looked a little better than he had when Cass had gone over to have a moment to calm down. It had to be his healing abilities due to what he was. Cass nodded, waving a hand dismissively as Sir Sanders gathered up all of the mess from the lunch. Fiona was quietly protesting, but Sir Sanders wasn’t taking no for an answer. Cass tried not to smile. Edgar would take it the wrong way.