"Your Grace," Rylen called as the servants helped Caius get dressed. "You are late."
"I heard you the first time. And don't you mean we?"
"I would be in the dining room if I weren't trying to make sure that you will join us," Rylen said with a neutral expression.
"I never said I won't," Caius replied, adjusting the ring on his finger.
Rylen's eyes followed it, then he returned his gaze to the crown prince's face. "Maybe, but with you it is hard to know just what you'll do."
"Enough about this matter," Caius said dismissively as the servants moved away from him.
Rylen nodded and stepped in line with Caius as he walked toward the open doors, which the servants held open. Rylen didn't try to bring up the topic again—or any that might annoy the crown prince and deter him from joining them for breakfast.
