"Why?" Caius asked and stood to his feet. He was done with the conversation.
"What do you mean, why?" Queen Violeta looked like she was about to throw a fit. "A mere p-peasant! She shouldn't—"
Caius yawned, interrupting whatever his mother wanted to say. He couldn't even fake his boredom with this conversation. He didn't know what his mother was driving at, but she should know it wouldn't work. He didn't understand why she was pushing it.
He was still angry that she wouldn't admit she was the one who tried to get Rose kidnapped, even though he had told her he understood why she did it.
It would have made things a little easier for him. His mother was easier to bend compared to his father, but when she wasn't bending, she was pissing him off—and that was exactly what was happening right now.
