"We are to join the King for dinner," Rylen said to Caius. He had just walked into the private study of the crown prince after attending to the call from the king.
"What?" Caius yelled, lifting his gaze from the paper he held.
"We are to join—"
"I heard you," Caius said and returned his attention to the paper. "No!"
He was sitting with his legs crossed on the table. Piles of paper littered the table and even the floor. There were several bookshelves, and each one was filled with books. Compared to the state of the table, the rest of the space was neatly arranged. Two chairs lay in front of the grand desk, which Caius currently had his legs on, and the chairs were empty. They also didn't look like they were occupied often. The chairs still looked new, and the cushions shone.
