Cass was boooooooooooooooooooored.
Fucking hell. There was a reason they never wrote about this part in the stories. It was so fucking boring and his ass hurt.
The carriage kept rocking as they bounced down the dirt road, and there wasn't enough cushion in the world that could save his ass. While his body might have been used to it, his mind wasn't. Or hell, maybe his body wasn't even used to it.
Add to the air in the carriage being so damn stuffy, Cass didn't know what to do or say.
The arrangement of the seating was also something to be desired.
