Chapter 120: Unlike Her Role
"Why?" Caius asked and stood to his feet. He was done with the conversation.
"What do you mean, why?" Queen Violeta looked like she was about to throw a fit. "A mere p-peasant! She shouldn’t—"
Caius yawned, interrupting whatever his mother wanted to say. He couldn’t even fake his boredom with this conversation. He didn’t know what his mother was driving at, but she should know it wouldn’t work. He didn’t understand why she was pushing it.
He was still angry that she wouldn’t admit she was the one who tried to get Rose kidnapped, even though he had told her he understood why she did it.
It would have made things a little easier for him. His mother was easier to bend compared to his father, but when she wasn’t bending, she was pissing him off—and that was exactly what was happening right now.
"She will remain in the East Wing," he said at the end of his yawn. "Whether you like it or not, the room won’t change. Wouldn’t you say it’s a good thing? Surely no one would dare try such a terrible stunt right next to me. If Mother has nothing else to discuss, I will be on my way."
"You will choose a harlot over your own mother?" she asked darkly.
Caius almost grabbed his head in frustration. "That’s rich," he said, hating that her words triggered a memory. However, he controlled himself and chose words he knew would appeal to her. "This is not what you think, Mother. Unlike her role, you will always be my mother."
Caius didn’t want to make his mother feel better, and frankly, he would rather end this on a terrible note, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he didn’t want to.
"Then if that is the case, you will do as I want."