forum This Union Means Nothing. There is No Love, Only Hate. (Closed with Dancing_With_My_Demons) (1/1)

Started April 19, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Charles looked up from his cup slowly. "I am not an entitled prince!" he said cooly as he stood up and and looked down on Cass. "And i am not a narcissist." Charles clenched his fists forgetting that he was holding the fragile glass cup until is shattered, spraying them with class and wine. He looked down at his bleeding hand and his white suit covered in red from the wine and remembering himself, took a breath and stepped back.

Charles looked up from his bleeding hand to Cass's face. "If you'll excuse me." he said clutching his stinging hand.
"I will see you at dinner." Charles turned his back and walked back through the door, leaving Cass in the room. He headed to his rooms where he changed and bandaged his hand. "You can't lose your temper on this man." he said to himself as he wrapped the bandages.

Cass frowns ever so slightly, “You act like it, Charles.”

He jumps slightly when the glass shatters and he moves forward to help Charles. He looks away, feeling slightly chastised for some reason, “Are you-“ He looks back at Charles, his hands poised up to help Charles.

Cass sighs and steps back, dipping his head slightly, “Of course. . .” He murmurs. He waists a moment before leaving the room and going back out to the party. HE stood on the baladons, silent and watching the people on the floor below.

Charles sauntered down the hallway before stopping just outside of the grand doors. He had been informed that him and Cass would be entering to dinner together. The doors to the grand room were large and impressive, made of solid oak and adorned with intricate carvings on both the inside and outside. The carvings depicted various scenes from nature and the life of the people who had crafted them.

Charles sighed and sat down on one of the plush chairs lined up against the walls. what was taking Cass so long? He wasn't quite sure whether he was ready to see him again after coming so close to losing control. Charles rested his head in his hands and looked down the corridor. Would Cass expect him to apologize? He bit his lip.

Cass had spent the time until dinner blankly staring at a wall. When his mother had walked up to him to talk to him, he’d pretended to be present in the conversation, saying little as his mother spewed information at him.

“Cassius, I know you’re not listening, but you must pay attention.” His mother took his arm, pulling him away from the balcony, out of view of the people below. “Do not embarrass us, Cassius. Behave yourself.”

Cass looked at his mother, “Do not worry, Mam, I won’t do anything foolish.” He winks and turns, going down the stairs. He then slipped away, going outside and staying there until he realized he was running late for the dinner. He curses inwardly, pulling at his clothes slightly, wishing they were looser. Such finery was uncomfortable and it was choking him.

He heads back inside, making his way through the house to where Charles was waiting. He smiles, “Sorry, I got distracted. Lost track of time.”

(sorry, i got distracted)

Charles looked up from his fiddling with his suit cuffs. "So i see." He held out his arm for Cass to take and took a deep breath.
He gave Cassius a once over and raised and eyebrow in amusement. "Are you nervous?" he asked. "You look tight."

Cass glances at Charles and blinks once at him and then looks away. He takes the other man’s arm, placing his hand on the inside of the other man’s elbow. He’s still quiet for a moment before he speaks, “Lets just get this over with, shall we?” He looks at Charles, tilting his head slightly. He doesn’t really smile, and he still has the slightest blank look on his face, but he was trying.

"Might as well." Charles said as he gave the door in front of them a little nock. Two of the gaurds opened the door and Charles led Cass into the dinning aria. They did a lap around so as to say hello to everyone before coming to a stop at the head of the table. His family on the right and Cass's on the left. He nodded to his mother, and kissed the back of Cass's mother on the hand.

Charles waited for Cass to sit before clapping his hands twice with a slight wince to silence the people. "Welcome and thank you for coming," he began "I won't bore you with a long speech, but my fiancé and i are most thankful that you were able to make it for the celebration of our joining. And we hope that you will all make marry until the very end of our wedding at the new moon." He leaned down and took Cass's hand, kissing it lightly.

He sat down and servants started bringing out innumerable plates of exotic dishes.

Cass follows Charles, silent and calm. He smiles at his own mother and dips his head to his feature mother-in-law. He sits down in the seat positioned next to Charles and forced himself to not put his elbow on the table and rest his chin in his palm. Because apparently, it was impolite and unbecoming. Having to pretend to care what others thought of him was annoying and he honestly hated it, but he would do it, if it meant he didn’t get scolded by, well, anyone.

Cass nods slightly at Charles’ words and gives a light smile, fighting the impulse to pull his hand away with a glare. Instead, he settled on giving a charming smile and clapping his hands together, “Anyways. Boring stuff aside, let’s eat!”

His mother shot him a screwed glare, meaning this was the utterly wrong thing to do. Apparently he was supposed to care about what these people thought more than he cared about food. Well, that was disappointing. Be that as it may, with the words already said and manners aside, Cass reached forward to serve himself some food.

He began to sit down when Cass clapped and spoke. "Anyways. Boring stuff aside, let’s eat!" Charles's heart skipped a beat. That was widely inappropriate. Charles grabbed Cass's hand again and pulled him down back into his seat. He was going to glare but it seamed as if Cass's mother was doing enough for both of them.

Charles's eyes widened in surprise and he smacked Cass's hand before he could grab anything. He knew that Cass was from a lower class, but he must have some sort of etiquette training. Right? He would have to see that Cass got a tutor for this kind of thing. He would not be embarrassed again by this kind of incompetence.

Charles shot cass a hard glare and shook his head side to side as a warning.

Cass huffs, glaring at Charles. He shook his hand out and positively sulked. He didn’t not like people telling him no when it came to food. It was either drinking or eating that made Cass forget his worries, and with how active he was on a day to day basis, eating was the healthier option. But if he couldn’t eat, then he’d drink. He picks up his glass and peers inside for a moment before he takes a long drink.

He could feel Charles glaring at him, in almost the same way his mother was, but Cass didn’t care. The jerk prevented him from food, so now, he would wash his sorrows away in another fashion. He sighs, setting the glass down, “What is so wrong with wanting to eat? I don’t care ab out stupid protocol or manners or whatever.” This, he mutters under his breath with a wave of his hand.