Mister 'Enry lost all the color in his face. "I can't, I'm sorry," he said, lowering his head. "If His Highness calls on you, you will have to respond."
Rose nodded and wiped her face. "I figured," she said with a dejected look on her face and turned toward the door.
"Get enough rest. You don't have to do any duties for the rest of the day," Mister Henry said.
Rose slowly nodded as she walked into the room. She knew she would scrub as many floors as possible if it meant she didn't have to deal with the prince tonight, but that was clearly not going to happen.
The bed was exactly as she had left it, but her bag was in a different position. Rose wondered if she was imagining things. The guards had forcefully dragged her out of the room—it might have moved then. Besides, she didn't have time to think about it, as all she wanted to do was lie down.
