Rose grabbed the metallic cup close to her chest. It was steaming hot, but the physician had told her it was best to drink it this hot. Her tongue and a little part of her lips had been scalded from the heat, and she couldn't risk taking another drink just yet, so she just held it close to her chest.
She noticed her clothes had been changed into something more comfortable. The torn dress had been done away with, and she couldn't feel dirt in her hair—but more importantly, she wasn't cold.
Prince Rylen had left the room as soon as she recounted the details. He didn't ask why she had been trying to leave, and he didn't fault her. He just wanted to know what had happened.
She had noticed his expression darken when she mentioned Ryder, and it had only gotten worse when she mentioned the poison. He had then nodded and left the room without another word, looking deep in thought.
