It had been a few days since the crown prince told her he intended to keep her forever. Rose still avoided thinking about it. Perhaps because it highlighted her helplessness, or because it would bring other things to light—things that she didn't want to admit.
Caius, on the other hand, was clearly happier, especially since she no longer brought up leaving, and she could clearly see him enjoy every moment they spent together. But Rose was still unsure what she wanted.
Did she truly want to remain in the castle as nothing but a mistress?
Before their exchange after returning from Lady Delphine's residence, all she had thought about was leaving. She had been praying for the perfect opportunity to finally be free from the crown prince, praying that he would let her go.
But in the past few days, she seemed to enjoy her captivity. She glanced toward the wardrobe where the drug lay. She had already used a substantial amount since she refilled. Rose tasted bile.
