#kassiopea

There’s a mess in the Nolle’s rooms. It’s you or Samantha. With a sigh, Jacob had gone. He sure as hell wasn’t going to submit his sister to the possibility of running into Kassiopea. Even if for some godforsaken reason they seemed to actually like Kass for reasons he would never be able to fathom. He’d finished what he was doing and made his way through the now-familiar halls to Kassiopea’s room and let himself in. Once the door was open all he could do was stand and stare. The place wasn’t a mess, it was an absolute wreck. Blankets torn from the bed, clothing tossed everywhere, goblets laying on the floor having clearly been hurled at the walls. Every inch of it needed cleaning. But that wasn’t what had his blood boiling. 

He knew the sight of a self-demolished room first hand. He did it often enough himself when he got sick and fucking tired of living in this goddamned castle taking care of everyone else but himself. But once he was done and his anger had subsided (or at least as much as it ever did for him), he was the one who had to clean it all up again. But Little Miss Nolle just got to call in the hired help and go about her day. This was the exact problem he had with the Silvers, the exact fucking problem. They didn’t have to worry about anything. They just got to do what they wanted and didn’t stop to think about the consequences or who was going to quite literally clean up their messes.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Jacob muttered as he scanned the room trying to figure out where the hell he could even start on getting the place back together. And that was when he caught the shadow peaking out from underneath the changing screen. “Are you fucking kidding me?” This time he didn’t bother keeping his voice down. “What you just throw your shit around for someone else to clean up?” He dropped the goblet in his hand back down to the floor. “I thought you were a soldier. I thought maybe you’d have an inch of respect and dignity.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This is fucking ridiculous.”