"Will you marry me?"
Rose wasn't quite sure she heard right. There was no reason why Caius would ask her to marry him, but he was staring at her with such intensity and anxiousness that there was no way she could have misheard.
"Your Majesty wants me to marry him?" Rose repeated for her own sanity.
It couldn't be possible that that's what she heard. How would they get married? He was already married, but that wasn't even half the problem. She was a peasant; he was a king.
A king.
But that also wasn't all. They didn't have that sort of relationship. She was simply here on his orders; her only job was to do his bidding. Marriage was a completely different territory.
Why would you want to marry me?
"Yes," he said with expectant, bright brown eyes.
Rose stepped back, and though Caius was reluctant to let her go, his hand slowly slipped away. "What about your wife?" she queried.
"There is no rule that says I can't marry two wives."
