Chapter 7: Into The Arms Of A Man (2)
"Lord Cassian, why aren’t we using the carriage?" Questioned the Coachman as they walked through the upper west quarters of Carmarthen.
The day was pleasantly bright with a cloudless sky. Although they weren’t living in the upper west quarters, they knew how dry it became in the morning due to the fact everyone had jobs to run to.
When they successfully made it to the house of the Marquees last night, they were treated like Royals. His young master stayed awake, chatting with them about something he felt wasn’t his concern, while he, an ordinary Coachman, was given a warm bed to sleep on.
He felt he just stepped into heaven when he fell asleep in the warm comfy bed.
Unfortunately, his beauty sleep became a nightmare when Cassian kicked him off the bed as early as 6am, stating they had to leave, and his young master gave him one of those looks that made him realize they had to leave fast.
They left with the carriage, but suddenly his young Lord decided they hide it somewhere safe and just take a walk instead. That part he couldn’t understand.
The only time his young Lord would act this way was when he knew he was in deep trouble.
"Lord Cassian?" The Coachman called his name, his eyes making a silent enquiry until Cassian finally gave him the attention he seeked.
"My mother," he revealed, shoving the hair that fell at his face to the back, he was still putting on the mask to keep his identity hidden, "she’s going to kill me if she showed up at the Marquees and saw me there."