Rose didn't like the way anxiety clogged her throat. She had spent most of the day by herself, reading and writing. The maids had brought her dinner and prepared her for the night. That was some time ago, and there was still no sign of the King.
Rose stood up from behind her desk and paced the room. She was certain he would come back tonight, but midnight was fast approaching, and there was still no sign of him.
Her stomach knotted, and she couldn't help the uneasy thoughts that poured through her mind. The only time that Caius hadn't come to her room, he had ended up drugged by his cousin.
Rose wondered if Rylen had gotten wind of the plans and done something, but this was the King—not just anyone could go against him.
She forced herself to sit down and flipped through the pages, but that didn't make any difference. She could see the words, but it felt as though she didn't know how to read.
