Rose stopped in front of the crown prince. She could hear the wood crackle as it burned, smell the smoke mixed with the scented candles. However, she was more aware of him than anything else. Caius Ravenor had a presence and aura that compelled one to look at him.
He lay on the long chair. Half of his torso lay on the seat while the other rested on the armrest. His robe was slightly loose, and he had one leg on the floor. Rose stood with her head bent in front of him, unsure of what she should do. She had gotten a glimpse of his face as she walked closer, and he looked like something was wrong. She didn't care, she told herself; she just wanted to be sure it wouldn't affect his actions toward her.
She stood in this position for a while, wondering what was happening as he didn't say a single word to her. Out of curiosity, she slowly lifted her gaze to him, and upon meeting his eyes, she quickly looked down at her feet again. Why did she suddenly feel very anxious?
