"Perhaps," Caius said. "I asked that the maid you locked up be released."
Caius didn't even bother to ask anything about his mother. He didn't care for small talk. Besides, regardless of his approach, her reaction would still be the same—so why bother? The faster he could get to the reason why he was here, the faster it would be to convince her.
Queen Violeta looked confused, and she blinked as she tried to process what her son had just said. However, no matter how she spun it, it was still interpreted in the same manner. That whore!
The ones who reacted faster were her ladies-in-waiting. They gasped and whispered amongst themselves but immediately ceased their gossiping when they saw Caius staring their way.
"What are you talking about, son?" Queen Violeta asked, proud of herself for not exploding immediately. She wouldn't let that whore have that much control over her reaction.
