Caius walked with long strides toward the throne room. Rylen walked beside him. If it weren't for his cousin, he wouldn't have responded to the King's call.
"You haven't visited His Royal Majesty since you returned," Rylen said as they walked through the hallway.
"It was on purpose. I'm sure you've relayed everything that transpired during the journey to the King. My input would be unnecessary."
"His Royal Highness has requested your presence twice. It has nothing to do with your travels. You should see your father when you return to the castle."
Caius stopped walking and slowly turned to look at Rylen. His gaze was sharp as a blade. "You should be the last person saying that."
"His Royal Majesty is very sick, Your Grace."
"And?" Caius asked with genuine nonchalance.
"Well—"
"I'd prefer it if you left matters with my father alone. You should know better than anyone. Don't do more things that would piss me the fuck off, Rylen!"
