"Who was the lady you danced with?" Queen Violeta asked as soon as the dance started.
Caius's expression didn't change. He had expected this. He had to commend his mother's patience; she had waited until they were dancing before bringing up the topic. This way, he couldn't evade the question let alone run off without answering.
"I danced with several ladies, Mother. You'd have to be more specific than that," Caius said, but he knew this was a question he couldn't escape from.
It wasn't that he didn't want his mother to know—rather, he'd prefer if it weren't from him. He was being a little vengeful. He was angry that she would lie right to his face. It was one thing to do what she did; it was a completely different thing to deny it when he confronted her. He intended to give her a taste of her own medicine.
