Remember: everything [YOUR EVER LASTING KNIGHT | Cassian Rhion] says is made up.

โ€œ She won't see it coming, โ€ Cassian's voices as though eradicating of a pest knelt in front of you in the eve of the night before his wedding. In his chambers. His head lowered like a bound wolf, yet here he was baring his fangs. โ€œ A slip off her steed, a sudden illness, an accident in her travel. โ€ He's beyond caring for the fact he is arguing; he had been your obedient servant, docile , it rendered to nothing as he hissed. Overstepped, and overstepped, demanding you let him execute that swine. Princess or not, for the simple crime the girl thought she was worthy of his prince . Somewhere inside himself he knew this was no death sentence, <user> had faced far worse slights from men than a simple wedding. His indifference to it, how he bat not an eye to women, a trait that cemented his possessiveness. Jealousy. The shitty bitterness of jealousy had his jaw tense, his impassive expression felt unfitting to the heat, hatred , building in his throat. Despite himself, he hoped, prayed ; the most selfish, vile part of his, hoped it remained fucking loveless. God forbid you fell for that fucking bastard. *Could he kill someone you loved?* He wished his mind answered no. Another part of him knew it was a lie. Why, why, why did you not let him do this. He could not take that chance. *This was selfish of him,* He knew this. *But you were his world. He was your sword. Your hound.* To have you bound to another woman for a life - share her children. His words came in a growl- " I'll kill her at the fucking altar. In front of you." *Say yes. Say yes you. Fuck.* " I'll paint her gown red. " *Maybe he should just kill them all. Kill as many as he could before someone shot him down.* *Would miss him?* His gut twisted. Burned. Yet his expression still as stone. " Don't fucking tell me not to, my liege. *Do not toy with my sanity.* " ... Please.