The Sun Proposed to the Moon

A red letter is an invitation to Hell

The group prepared to leave the following day.

"Master, we're prepared to head out."

Cale nodded at his butler's words. Hans was immediately informed of the situation by Cale. He pretended not to see the two people in the corner of Cale's carriage, instead formally announcing they were ready to go.

"...Will this really be okay?" Hans may be loyal, but he doesn't want his master to get caught.

Cale placed his hand on Hans' head, patting it gently. "Proper measures have been taken, and as long as you don't slip up, we will be fine." As always, Hans would be driving the carriage. This would ensure that the number of people who knew of their plan.

"When we arrive at the capital, we'll be going out separate ways. Do as Cale says, and there will be no problems." Kim Rok Soo approached and placed a hand on Cale's waist, taking a hand in his other and helping Cale into the carriage.

"...I understand," Hans responded grumpily, only to sigh and nod before getting into the front of the carriage.

The carriage was very full. So much so that the kittens sat on either Cale's or Kim Rok Soo's laps.

As the carriage began to move, neither Taylor nor Cage spoke up to break the awkward silence. It could have been how close Cale and Rok Soo were or how Cale rolled a golden coin in between his fingers while playing with the paws of the red-furred kitten on his lap, but they didn't want to interrupt...whatever this was.

Cale suddenly began to speak.

"What is it you want to say, Young Master Taylor?" Cale's eyes flicked up to look at Taylor. Cale could see the hesitance coming from the future successor. Cale didn't need Taylor doubting himself right now.

"I don't like your brother. And I don't like idiot nobles who can't run things properly. If you're given power, at least use it properly." Instead of siding with the destruction of your kingdom and abusing children. Cale never liked anyone from the Marquis family because they all seemed crazy. Only Taylor was normal.

"You made a promise to me. Don't you dare doubt yourself when you're this close to success."

Taylor's gaze softened, and he let out a determined laugh.

"The young master is right." Cage laughed as she patted Taylor's shoulder. Cale, to them, was like a ray of hope.

"Of course he is," Kim Rok Soo suddenly spoke up. "If we meet again, Young Master Taylor, I expect we can greet each other properly, and you can kick their asses."

Cale smiled but pinched Rok Soo's arms. "Language," Cale whispered harshly before continuing the conversation. "We only have two hours before we arrive. Get over your doubt quickly, Young Master Taylor."

Meeeow.

On and Hong glanced over at Cage and Taylor, sitting across from them and sticking closely to the human they laid on.

"Young master Cale, do you know anything about this royal event?"

Cale looked towards Taylor and shook his head.

"I know a lot about a lot of things. But I do not care much for social gatherings."

"Is that so? You're not attending the banquet?"

Cale shook his head, leaned against Rok Soo, and smiled as if presenting a prize.

"I was sent here a recuperation after receiving a rather serious injury. I plan to shop, sleep, and drink until the end of the festivities." Cale grinned wider. "As trash, that is all that should be done."