Caius's jaw tightened at Rose's question. He wasn't angry that she didn't want to speak about her mother. He could understand that perhaps the subject was still too sensitive for her to discuss.
Even though he had simply wanted to offer his condolences, he was not angry that she was not quite ready to speak about her mother just yet.
What he didn't understand was the very peculiar way she had chosen to change the subject—Prince Rylen. His cousin was not here, but somehow he still managed to get on his nerves.
She could have spoken about the chicken, about the weather, hell, even the maids. However, she had chosen to inquire about his cousin while he was the one sitting across from her.
Rose had been in his presence for more than half a day, but not once had she inquired about his health. He could recall the state he had been in before she left for Edenville—it was enough to make anyone worried—but Rose didn't seem to care about that.
