"Perhaps if she had been raised differently, things wouldn't have turned out like this," Henry's tone sounded really sad as he spoke, and it was clear to everyone that he was unhappy about what had happened.
"Okay, Henry," Caius said curtly. "You may leave."
The steward bowed to the crown prince and Prince Rylen before walking out of the private study.
Caius glanced at his cousin, who seemed a little lost in thought. He frowned, annoyed that he was expecting him to say a thing or two, but Rylen kept his lips shut.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Caius eventually asked.
Rylen seemed to snap out of his thoughts. "Your Grace?" he asked with a frown. "No, I don't think so."
"Really? There are always endless words leaving your lips at times like this," Caius replied, his disbelief evident.
Rylen shrugged. "Maybe I've learned not to waste my breath."
Caius narrowed his eyes. "Perhaps I should have asked that you be flogged instead?"
