If she said that Lord Blackburn's mother was a fairy princess or some shit, Cass was going to get up and leave. He'd just start walking and never come back.
Because what the fuck to do you mean that both he and Fiona were some kind of royalty? That was so fucking stupid, and honestly, how much more of a type could they fucking have? Lost royalty? Hidden royalty?
Get it to-fucking-gether, gods.
Ser Hune was giving him that look though, and Cass could feel his body tensing.
"Don't you dare say it." Cass said, his voice quiet and full of emotion. "I swear to the fucking gods, if you say my mother was some kind of damn princess, I'm leaving. I'm done." Cass told her and watched as Sir Hune's face went into an expression of shock, before she started laughing.
