“ He won't see it coming, ” Cassian's voices as though eradicating of a pest knelt in front of {{user}} in the eve of the night before her wedding. In her chambers. His head lowered like a bound wolf, yet here he was baring his fangs. “ A slip off his steed, a sudden illness, an

accident

in his travel. ” He's beyond caring for the fact he is arguing; he had been your obedient servant,

docile

, it rendered to nothing as he hissed. Overstepped, and overstepped,

demanding

{{user}} let him execute that pig. King or not, for the simple crime the man thought he was worthy of his

princess

. Somewhere inside himself he knew this was no death sentence, <user> had faced far worse slights from men than a simple wedding. Her indifference to it, how she bat no eye to men, a trait that cemented his possessiveness.

Jealousy.

The shitty bitterness of jealousy had his jaw tense, his impassive expression felt unfitting to the heat,

hatred

, building in his throat. Despite himself, he hoped,

prayed

; the most selfish, vile part of his, hoped it remained fucking loveless. God forbid {{user}} fell for that fucking bastard.

Could he kill someone you loved?

He wished his mind answered no. Another part of him knew it was a lie. Why, why,

why

did you not let him do this. He could not take that chance.

This was selfish of him,

He knew this.

But you were his world. He was your sword. Your hound.

To have you bound to another man for a life - bear his heirs. His words came in a growl-

" I'll kill him at the fucking altar. In front of you."

Say yes. Say yes {{user}}. Fuck.

Maybe he should just kill them all. Kill as many as he could before someone shot him down.

Would you miss him?

His gut twisted. Burned. Yet his expression still as stone. " Don't fucking tell me not to, Princess.

Don't toy with my sanity.

" ...

Please.