Caius sat on the high-backed chair, the one next to the bed, and all Rose could do was watch as she stood beside the chair she had sat on for dinner. She could feel smoke seeping out of the top of her head and her ears. She was fuming. Angry at the fact that she could only do what he wanted.
However, Caius seemed completely unbothered. He also seemed to be having a swell time, and there was a hint of a smile on his face as he stared in her direction. He sat with his elbow resting on the armrest and his chin on his palm.
Rose narrowed her eyes. She doubted her company was so wonderful that the Crown Prince couldn't help but spend every waking moment with her, not to mention the fact that he had been awfully quiet about the incident. He wasn't the type to just accept things; she had found out the hard way. Unfortunately, she couldn't read him and could only wait to see how things would unfold.
