Chapter 5: A Man With A Mask (2)
"Young Master, I think the carriage might need a bit of work." Says the Coachman as he squatted down to check the wheels. Frustratingly, the carriage saw no better time to break down but in the middle of the road, and at night too.
It appears one of the front wheels has lost the linchpin applied in holding it firmly to the axle, leading to the carriage’s sudden breakdown, and the Coachman couldn’t imagine a worse scenario than this.
At the back of the seat, a young man was seated inside the carriage, lazily tapping his fingers rhythmically on his seat as he leaned against the other side of the window, staring boringly at the Coachman who was busy getting rid of the dysfunctional wheel.
"Is it only the carriage that needs work?" He hummed, "I did advise you to check the wheels before we left the mansion earlier this morning, but I don’t want to believe each of my Coachmen were born with chicken brains."
"Ah! No Lord Cassian." The Coachman’s face instantly turned into one of panic as he met the amber-brown eyes of his young Lord.
He really planned on checking the wheels this morning, but the duchess called for his attention without warning. Knowing he couldn’t refuse the duchess since his job would be on the line, he had to report to her immediately, and so he sent someone else to check on the carriage, who later informed him that everything in the carriage was settled.
’I’m going to kill James for putting me in this mess!’ he vowed in his mind before gulping nervously and averting his gaze.
"I’ll f_fix the carriage right away." He immediately went to work, knowing they shouldn’t spend much time outside since it’ll be 12am soon.
Cassian sank into his seat, closing his eyes for a few minutes to gather himself. He was tired and stressed from the activities he had to do today. His main plan for the whole of today was visiting the Marquees as early as dawn so he could get information about the deaths happening in his Town.