Thankfully, everyone was wrapping up the meal and the Head Priest was telling them that the ceremony wasn't a big deal. It was just congratulatory. They wanted to celebrate how far they had come. Blah blah blah.
Just a bunch of bullshit fluffery coming from the old man's mouth. He'd lost a considerable amount of Cass' respect and the mark on his shoulder was fucking burning as everyone climbed into carriages and started to make their way towards the temple proper.
Lady Ava was travelling with him, while Fiona was with the Head Priest, Lord Ridgewood and Vespertine. That meant Lady Ava was with him, Lucian, and Sir Forsythe. Lady Ava sat next to Cass, trembling like a ghost.
"C-Cass? Can I ask a favour?" She whispered as the carriage began to move. Cass looked over at her, taking in how scared she looked and blinked. She met his gaze, her own brown ones watering. "Can you hold my hand? At least until we get there?" She asked and Cass stared at the girl.