Rose adjusted the coat over her shoulders as she exited the carriage. It was a little high, but Rose was already used to getting down herself. Her feet hit the ground with a little force as she jumped, but she didn't lose her balance.
Thomas stood in front of her with a scowl on his face. He was left in his doublet after giving her his coat, but it seemed to be a decent covering, as he didn't look like he was cold. Not that Rose cared she was sure she needed the coat more than him.
Rose pulled the coat closer. It smelled like the young lord, and for some reason, she remembered when Caius gave her his coat. Rose gripped the lapels even tighter. There was no reason to have thoughts about the crown prince.
Rose would be lying if she said she had been shocked when Thomas tossed his coat on her head while they rode here. He was so disrespectful, but she was too cold to be mad and had worn it. She didn't say thank you, though.
"We are here," he said.
