Rose nodded. "But, Your Majesty," she whispered, "would it be too much if I made a request that would make me feel better?" she asked softly.
She was getting nowhere with this conversation. All the crown prince had said so far was that she had nothing to worry about—but everything around her suggested otherwise.
"You may," Caius replied, pulling his hand away from her chin.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Rose started. "I would like to restrict the number of maids who bring me my meals and help me get ready. I prefer a very reduced number and hopefully pick the people I can trust. I know it's too much for me to ask, Your Majesty, but I'd feel better if only the people I trusted were allowed around me."
"Done," Caius said without hesitation. "Anything else?"
Yes, let me go. How long does this intend to go on? Rose thought, but she knew she couldn't dare say these thoughts out loud.
"No," she said instead, her voice a little lower. "That's all the request I have, Your Majesty."
