Caius didn't like the sour taste in his mouth as he stared at her. She wasn't meeting his gaze, and everything he did made her jump. Her terror was so palpable he could almost smell it.She stood awkwardly in his room before slowly sitting on the carpet, and his eyes followed her every move. He knew how often she blinked and how hard her forehead furrowed as she squirmed under his gaze.
She leaned forward, staring down at the chess pieces, and Caius had a very generous view of her neck, part of her shoulders, and chest. Her hair was tied back, which gave him an even clearer view.
He glanced at the pearl necklace that adorned her neck, and an image of Rose in nothing but the necklace appeared in his mind. So vivid was the image that he could almost touch it.
"Your Highness," Rose called, her gaze still locked on the board even though she could feel Caius's eyes digging daggers into her. "Your move."
