Chapter 141: Not Even Chores
"Looks like you didn’t need any motivation after all," Caius whispered. His hoarse voice echoed in the enclosed space, his breath hitting her lips.
This was enough to snap her out of it, and Rose pulled away from Caius. It was a crude thing to say. Caius’s gaze darkened as she slipped out of his grasp, but he didn’t reach out to try to stop her. He just watched her.
Rose scrambled into her clothes, wearing them as fast as she could. She tied the robe around herself before she bowed and fled the room without another word. She had expected Caius to say something else or threaten her as he usually did to try to stop her from leaving, but he did none of that, and she wasn’t about to question his decision.
Rose startled the guards as she ran out of the room with a horrified look. She was still a bit scared of what Caius might do. They all glanced at her oddly, but none said anything nor did they offer any help. Rose hadn’t expected anything different, and perhaps, it was a good thing that she was alone. The guards glanced between themselves while she briskly walked to her room with her arms around her.
The hallway was cold, cold enough to make her shiver as she walked the distance to the room she was assigned to—a stark contrast to the room she had just left. She thought it was weird that Caius felt warm when he was so cold and stoic.
Rose pushed thoughts of him out of her mind. She was prohibited from thinking about the crown prince unless she was in his presence. The times she was away from him, she would save herself from the torture.
Rose didn’t stop walking until she was in her room, the door tightly shut. She couldn’t believe she had just left. Was he angry? Would she be punished? She leaned against the door and breathed deeply—deep enough to calm herself.
If he didn’t want her to leave, he could have stopped her, but he didn’t, so she was going to take that as a good sign. Rose pushed herself away from the door and walked to the washroom.
She returned moments later wearing a clean dress. It was one of the dresses she had gotten from Lady Delphine. All her clothes were from the lady.
According to what she heard, Martha had gotten rid of her other clothes. They weren’t even hers to begin with, so Rose wasn’t bothered when she heard that.