Would You Love Me If I Was A Worm?

The carriage rolled smoothly along the winding road, its wheels humming a soft rhythm against the packed earth. Cassius leaned back in his seat, one arm resting casually on the window's edge, his crimson eyes fixed on the rolling fields stretching out beyond.

The distant hills bloomed with wildflowers, their colors vivid against the golden afternoon light, and a grand house stood nestled among them, its white walls gleaming like a beacon of quiet luxury.

He let out a contented sigh, his mind drifting as he took in the serene beauty of it all—until a prickle of unease tugged at him and in response he turned his head, catching Lucius staring at him from the opposite seat, his butler's face alight with a reverent, almost worshipful gaze, as if Cassius were some masterpiece hung in a gallery.