The afternoon sun streamed through the open windows, and Rose enjoyed how it brightened the small space, making it look bigger than it actually was.
There was a painting of Lady Delphine and an older man just above the fireplace. Rose wondered if that was her husband. She had never seen him before, but she couldn't help but see the startling resemblance he bore to his son, even in his old age.
"Why are you here?"
Rose hated that she had to ask this, as she was more than happy to see her father, but she couldn't ignore the fact that this was not good. Her father was in the capital, in the core of danger, and worst of all, away from home.
Her father didn't take any offense to her question; rather, he immediately went on a detailed tale of how Thomas had told him the crown prince wanted him to come stay in the capital, and he had agreed.
"Why would you do that? You can't be here, Father."
"I want to be 'ere. You're 'ere."
