"Is something wrong?" Prince Rylen couldn't help but ask as he and Caius made their way to the dining room.
The steward had come to fetch him; he seemed very worried. Though he didn't exactly say what was wrong, Rylen understood immediately and agreed to get Caius out of the room.
Rylen had expected a fight, but surprisingly Caius had left the room without so much as a word to him. Rylen had chalked the whole interaction with the steward up to fear for his life after the incident from last night, but it didn't take long for Rylen to discover that something else was definitely wrong—though he couldn't place his finger on it.
"What nonsense are you asking now?" Caius said with an annoyed tone.
Rylen frowned as the crown prince rested dark eyes on his face. He had barely spoken, and this was the first question he would ask. There was no doubt about it—Caius was in an extremely foul mood.
