Chapter 107: End Of Breakfast
"Caius!" Queen Violeta cried out. She looked on the verge of tears. "Why would you say something like that about your father?"
Caius wanted to say there was no way that man was his father, but he didn’t want the issue to escalate further than it already had. The point of it was to tell his mother to stay away from Rose and let her know her petty plans wouldn’t work—he wouldn’t allow it. Hopefully, she got the idea. If she didn’t, it would not be a good idea for her to keep trying.
"Mother," he said, his tone still. "Your food is getting cold."
Her eyes widened and her face reddened as she swelled. It looked like she might explode in anger, but Caius didn’t care. He hadn’t cared in a long time, and it certainly wouldn’t change now.
Queen Violeta picked up the fork and stabbed the piece of meat as if it were the reason for her anger. She was furious. Her son had never spoken to her in such a manner all his life, and now a whore shows up, and she gets nothing but threats.
The rest of the meal was pretty quiet and awkward, with the Queen brooding the entire time. At the end of breakfast, Caius was quick to leave the dining room. Rylen followed after him, and Caius didn’t like this at all. From the way he walked, Caius could tell this was going to be a conversation he wouldn’t like.
"Your Grace," Rylen called as he walked in step with him.
"Clear all my schedule for the day," Caius said immediately before Rylen could state the reason for starting a conversation. This would make him forget what had just happened in the dining hall.
Rylen was immediately taken aback. "You can’t, Your Grace. We are to have a meeting with the Duke of Futherfield, and because of how severe the issue is, he is making the journey to Hearthgale even though it’s dangerous to move around."
"You can attend it without me, or better still, let the Duke get some rest for today. Fill him with wine, food, and ale. Lord Leopold isn’t one to shy away from a good time. We can reschedule the meeting for tomorrow." He walked briskly as he spoke, heading toward his private study.