"Your Highness, or shall I say, Your Majesty?" Gayle asked, addressing Caius directly without bowing.
Caius and Rylen had just arrived at his personal chambers to welcome him. Caius didn't need to do that; he could have easily called for his uncle instead.
"It matters not, Your Highness. Welcome to Hearthgale," Caius greeted instead.
Prince Gayle was a middle-aged man. The resemblance between him and his son was uncanny, despite their obvious differences. While Rylen had light hair color, his father's was black with sprinkles of white that showed his age.
At the same time, Caius could also see the resemblance between Prince Gayle and his father. Perhaps, if his father hadn't been so sickly, there would have been more similarities.
Their eyes were the most alike. That almond shape, with droopy lashes and a gaze that held condescension. The brown color of his eyes was sharp, as sharp as his father's eyes had been even on his deathbed.
