Thomas narrowed his eyes as he stared at Rose. There were too many things he didn't like. However, what was more obvious was the sadness in her eyes—so heavy he could almost feel it.
He had heard the dark news almost as soon as it happened. The crown prince had kept an eye on Rose, and the baron had been instructed to send any new information he had, which meant that as soon as her mother died, Thomas knew.
She was still grieving; he could see it from the way her shoulders hunched and from the way her smile faltered as though she wasn't quite used to smiling yet.
Rose shuffled her feet under Thomas's glare. If she weren't already used to it, her first thought would have been to assume he was angry. However, she realized his serious and angry face looked the same. The only difference was that he was likely to strike her at the latter.
"How was the journey?" she asked to ease the awkwardness.
