Chapter 279: Uncultured Swine
Rose didn’t know how long they stayed awake frolicking in the sheets, but when the servants came the next morning, all she wanted to do was sleep for half the day. However, she couldn’t afford to be lax—she didn’t have time to waste. She only had the morning to get ready.
Caius was surprisingly calmer, and there was a smile on his face every time he turned in her direction. It was annoying that they shared a room; at least if they didn’t, she could run to her own space after they were done.
The crown prince stood in front of her after they had dressed for breakfast. He wore linens, and the collar of his shirt was loosened. His breeches were tucked neatly into his boots, but the armor had yet to be strapped on. After breakfast, he would don armor and set out from the estate.
She lifted her eyes from his chest, and Caius had a hint of a smile on his lips. Rose hated his cheeky face, but at the same time, she didn’t really hate it. It was nice to see him in a good mood—it didn’t happen often.
He was only an inch away from her—any closer and they were bound to touch. He moved his hand to her face, his touch softer than she had expected. His gloved hand felt cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the night before.
Caius smirked, as though he had picked up on her thoughts, and Rose entertained the thought of smacking him.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked her with that knowing look on his face.
"Yes," Rose replied without hesitation, holding his gaze. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
"Hmm," he said, tilting his head slightly, his hand still on her face. "That’s too bad. I had hoped you wouldn’t be able to use your legs for the rest of the day."
The servants! Rose internally screamed. For a royal, she couldn’t help but think the crown prince acted like an uncultured swine.