Rose's grip on the ropes tightened as she wondered why he was coming toward her, but Caius only spared her a glance as he walked the other way, heading for the washroom. Rose snapped out of it and rushed for the door, the ends of the robe dragging on the floor.
Rose stepped out of the room and froze in her tracks. Right outside was Prince Rylen—and he wasn't alone. Servants stood right behind him, and Rose also saw Mister Henry.
Prince Rylen was dressed impeccably as always. His platinum blonde hair was brushed and fell across his forehead, the pale color drawing attention to his face. In the right light, it would look almost white.
Deep blue eyes narrowed at Rose as she stood before the double doors. It was unclear whether he stared at her with concern or vexation.
"Prince Rylen," Rose said instinctively, curtsying in the crown prince's robe, which was also playing the role of a mop.
