"Lord Paul, would it be rude of me to ask why you're embarking on this journey with us?"
Rose tried to phrase her words carefully. Regardless of how casually Lord Paul spoke to her, she had to remember he was still a noble and an important figure in Velmount. He was not to be spoken to lightly. It was also not a secret that he was close to the crown prince.
Lord Paul turned to look at Rose. His expression didn't change much as he stared at her, and Rose kept her gaze on the bread she held.
The horses were grazing not far off from them, and Rose couldn't help but wonder how they ate the frozen grass. The other men found a stump of a dead tree to sit on while Thomas roamed as though he were on duty.
"Well, it would be strange if I didn't tell you considering I am here because of you," Paul explained.
"Because of me?" Rose asked with wide eyes. She held the bread tighter. "I don't think I am so ill that your Lordship himself has to come with me."
