He never promised freedom. He gave a room instead of a cell. Castiel is certainly not free to do whatever he wants here. He tosses it onto a dusty table pointedly. Every bite is just a reminder of how he was stood up for breakfast. How moldy bread is more satisfying than cooked meat and his company.
Now that he's said it, sees the way Castiel straightens, he wonders how he could have missed the fact at all. It radiates from him. Great. Nobles he knew in his day were hard enough to get along with even when he had his looks. Luck just isn't in his favor, it seems.
"No." He answers. He thinks that seems obvious enough. But then...he is living in a castle. But it's obvious that it's been abandoned long enough. He simply took ownership of it when he was fleeing from hunters that he had once been friends with.
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Date: 15 Jun 2016 04:04 (UTC)Now that he's said it, sees the way Castiel straightens, he wonders how he could have missed the fact at all. It radiates from him. Great. Nobles he knew in his day were hard enough to get along with even when he had his looks. Luck just isn't in his favor, it seems.
"No." He answers. He thinks that seems obvious enough. But then...he is living in a castle. But it's obvious that it's been abandoned long enough. He simply took ownership of it when he was fleeing from hunters that he had once been friends with.