Cass took it all back. Fuck Lord Vespertine and fuck whatever the hell that had been.
As soon as they had reached town, Lord Vespertine had shoved his hat on his head, and yanked Cass out of the carriage, practically escorting him around town while holding his hand.
His. Cass'. The grandson of the man who hated homosexuals the most.
Was the man fucking crazy? Everyone was looking at them like they were insane, and Lord Vespertine was fucking up his schedule even more. He wasn't even taking him to places he wanted to go to.
Instead, Lord Vespertine, with that damn handsome smile on his face, led him around to different shops. He didn't go to the district with all of the market stalls, and instead went into brick and mortar stores. The worst was when he took Cass into a jewelry store and had Cass pick something out for himself.
