"Does it not bother you that the crown prince does not seek you tonight?" Welma asked.
Rose blinked at the maid's question; her gaze was still on the door. Was Welma trying to have a conversation because she was curious, or was she once again trying to get on her nerves?
"Why would it bother me?" Rose asked and turned away. She should have kicked her out, but it was a little hard to do now when the maid had brought her laundry.
"Because that's why you're here. The crown prince could be lying with someone else."
What was she talking about? She didn't have a claim on the crown prince, and even if she were his wife, she still couldn't stop him from sleeping with whomever he wanted to. He was the crown prince—the heir to the throne. Rose frowned at this thought. The maid was meddlesome and was making her think about stupid things.
"Welma," Rose said coldly. "If that's all you came to ask, you should leave."
