Caius and his men didn't return to the castle until sunset. Rose was seated with Lady Deana, watching the snow fall as she played the flute. Lady Deana had taken a liking to it as she had done the swallows. Rose had her spend a significant portion of the day together.
A servant rushed to the side of the mansion where they sat in the loggia. The loggia overlooked the frosted gardens, its arched openings framing the gentle snowfall, creating a scene Rose couldn't stop looking at.
"My Lady," the servant said with a bow as they approached. "His Highness and the Lord have arrived."
Lady Deana was on her feet immediately. She glanced at Rose, and it was the first time Rose glimpsed how worried the lady was. Lady Deana had completely avoided the subject while they conversed, but it was clear it wasn't because of a lack of interest—rather, she had wanted to distract herself from her worries.
