All the Wrong Reasons

Part 51

Solidifying her resolve, she stared into Ava’s blue eyes.  “I know where your son is.”

Ava’s face crumbled as she slid to the ground.  Looking up at Cassie with wide eyes she whispered, “He is not dead?  My husband told me he was dead.”

“No,” Cassie said with newfound anger.  “Your son is not dead, but I wish that husband of yours was.  If I had been left alone with him, he would not have survived the morn.”

“You jest?” Ava said with a gasp.  “You say you were treated as a princess, but you have violence coursing through you.”

Cassie shrugged, not finding the need to explain herself completely.  “I have seen things in my life that taught me how to act.  If I feel like being ruthless, it is how I will be.  Do not fret,” she said with a sigh.  “I did not kill the man.  I have a very sensible man in my life.”

“Does he treat you like he should?”

Cassandra shook her head, causing Ava to frown.  “He treats me better than I deserve.  He is truly a great man.  You know, I would not be here if it was not for him.”

“He arranged this,” she asked with a wave of her hand.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at the woman.  “Who else would have done all this?”

“That man,” Ava replied with a blush.  “Peirce, he speaks of you with such affection, I just thought…”

“That I had taken a lover?” Cassandra asked with a laugh.  “I would never do that.  He may not be my husband on paper, but he is in my heart.”

“Ah, young love,” Ava said with a smile.  “Now, we have talked enough for now.  I wish to help you ready so I may see my son.”

The reminder hit Cassie hard, but she smiled past her pain.  Finding her mother was both rewarding and heartbreaking.  She was glad she had finally seen the woman who birthed her, but she was losing a son.  Standing to her feet, she smiled at Ava.  “Please, make me beautiful.”

Ava shook her head.  “An impossible task, for you are already beautiful.”

Cassie smiled while shaking her head.  She did not hate the woman, nor did she hold a grudge, but deep down, she knew this woman could never be a mother to her.  Cassie had a mother, one that was there for her in hard times.  Ava may become a good friend, but she would never take the place of her true family.

Colin shifted in the snug trousers.  “Are you sure they look fine?”

“Quit pacing,” Peirce mumbled in aggregation, “or you will rip them.”

“If you did not sew the damned things so small.”

Peirce smacked the back of his head as he walked by.  “I am not a woman.  If my sewing is horrid, then it is better than most men can do.”

“You are right,” Colin mumbled.  Worry overcame him.  “How do you think it is going?”

“Do you hear yelling?” Peirce asked.

Colin immediately snapped his head towards Peirce.  The man was standing there with a relaxed expression, his hand holding Coopers.  “Is Cassie yelling?  Does she need help?”

Peirce rolled his eyes.  “She is fine.  I was merely pointing out the fact that they are not arguing.”

“Yes, but dangerous things can happen in silence.”

“Dear God, Colin.  You are worried about a woman the size of Cassie.  I have a feeling that your woman is ruthless enough to take care of herself.”

“You are right,” Colin replied with a sigh.  “I just worry.”

“That is obvious.  Now, stop pacing and finish dressing.  Cassandra will be ready shortly, and if you are not standing up there, she will not walk down that aisle.”

Colin snatched the rest of his clothing and tugged it on.  As his shirt fell across his chest, a knock sounded on the chapel door.  Looking at Peirce in confusion, Colin made his way to the door.  Opening, he let out a groan when he saw the people standing there.

“You should not have come,” he told them.

Will, who was looking pale, sent him a large smile.  “Do you think that I would allow our girl to marry without me?”

Colin nodded in acceptance, but glanced at the others in exasperation.  “Did you have to bring them all?”

Will glanced back at the royal family, Cassie’s family, the guards, and most of the villagers, and shrugged.  “I needed help getting here.”

“Two people could have carried you here,” he informed Will.

Will sent him a smirk.  “What is the fun in that?”

“Do not make me say it.”

“Oh, quit your surly attitude.  If you would like to know, I did this for a reason.”

“And, tell me, what would that be?”

A serious expression crossed Will’s face.  “Her first wedding was, no offense, lacking.  I had thought that this one could be more of what she deserves.”

“A wedding fit for a princess,” Ashmore said from the crowd.

A woman he had not seen before nodded.  “I would like to see my daughter marry.”

“Lady Ashmore,” Colin said with bow.

“Oh, stop that.  My husband is the one who is impressed with such things.  I came here to see my daughter and meet my new son.  I do not want you to bow to your mother-in-law.”

Colin stood straight and smiled at the woman.  It faltered a little at the corners when he thought of where Cassie was now, with her birth mother.  Would they feel jealous when they found out?  Or would they take it in stride?  For Cassie’s sake, Colin prayed that they would not make a scene.  If they did, he would be forced to make them leave.  Narrowing his eyes at the crowd, he spoke loud enough for them to all hear.  “My wife may care about your feelings, but I do not.  I promise you that if any of you ruin this day for her, I will banish you from my lands.  I do not care what your station is; I will not let you in my manor.  Do you understand?”

Nods and ‘ayes’ came from the crowd, letting Colin know that they understood.  “Good,” he said with a smile.  “Now, everyone get in their places.  I have a wedding to start.”