Caius stood up from the long chair. He looked imposing, his apparel made it even clearer that she was standing in front of the crown prince. Rose squirmed under his gaze at her flimsy outfit, a stark contrast to his royal look.
He moved forward closing the gap between them. Rose fought not to move as the crown prince stepped into her personal space, his eyes taking in her body like a predator sizing up his prey. There was not a single hesitation in his body language, not one. Every movement told her she was going to be devoured tonight.
As she stepped closer his scent filled her nose, but it was the look in his eyes that held her captive. Rose swallowed to ease her dry throat. She was used to his stares, but tonight it felt particularly intimidating.
