"What? You? Why you?" It was Lucian. He was livid. He dropped his hands, clenching them by his side as Lord Ridgewood examined him rather coolly.
"I have noticed your strange behaviour towards Cass, and as a knight, I can't stand for it. He isn't weak by any means, but he is injured, and Cass and Edgar get on like oil and water. I can't, with a good conscience, let a Lady and another man stay the night in a tent together, so I am the last choice." Lord Ridgewood glanced at the shocked expression on Cass' face. "Is there any reason to protest that choice?" He asked.
Cass could feel Lord Blackburn inside of him screaming, but he had to push him down. He was scrambling to find a reason, but he couldn't. Lord Ridgewood wasn't an idiot, and he made a rather solid argument. The only way Cass could argue with him would be to reveal certain secrets, and he wasn't willing to do that over a damn sleeping arrangement in a dungeon.
But was he willing to risk his own sanity?
