Rylen didn't waste much time before he appeared in Caius's private study. The King had only just sat down at his desk when his cousin walked through the doors. Rylen had defeat written all over his expression.
Caius narrowed his eyes at Rylen, leaning back against his chair. His aura was intimidating, and the circlet on his head further solidified his status as King. An elbow rested on the armrest as Caius grabbed his chin while studying his cousin's demeanor.
Caius was not pleased with what he saw and feared he might have to find a way out of this situation himself. Rylen might just prove to be useless.
"Your Maje—"
"Have you seen the princess?" Caius cut in, interrupting Rylen mid-bow and mid-speech.
"No, Your Majesty. I haven't been able to gain an audience with her, but," he added as Caius's frown turned to a scowl, "I spoke to her maid. She insists her mistress isn't pregnant. At least there isn't any evidence to be certain just yet."
