Cass didn't think it was crazy that he was grumpy. He felt he had earned the right to be.
How dare they think that either one of them could sit with him on his side of the carriage after all the shit they had pulled? Absolutely not. And how dare they think they could argue about who got the right to sit with him? Absolutely not.
They could both go fuck themselves, as far as he was concerned.
Cass sat on his side of the carriage that he had earned with crossed arms as he stared at the two guilty parties on the other side. They had tried to turn it into an argument, even tried bargaining. But when Sir Forsythe and Ser Hune got involved, both not caring that they were heroes, that was their lord, and they would throw hands.
Ser Hune was a new addition, but a pleasant one. The only reason Sir Sanders wasn't involved was because his wife had it. He was support if she needed it.
