By the time that Sir Sanders came back, slamming into the room angrily, Ser Hune had dragged Cass over to the couch that she had claimed as her own and had Cass tucked against her, her arms around him and his head against her shoulder.
Sir Sanders was carrying a small orb with him, literally a magic ball, and he looked pissed. He slammed his body down onto the couch on the other side of Ser Hune and wrapped his arm protectively around her stomach.
Cass was thankful that the man wasn't glaring at him at the very least. He was glaring at everyone else.
"Those fuckers. Got the ball, babe." Sir Sanders said, handing over the orb to Ser Hune. She chuckled, turning and giving the man a forehead kiss. It honestly was a bit surreal given how pissed the man was.
Well, at least they were a match made in heaven.
