"No," Caius said.
It took a bit for his words to make sense to her. Perhaps it was because she didn't expect him to refuse. She had thought about it briefly, but not enough to think he actually would decline her request.
When his words finally reached her, Rose felt cold, as though she were standing in the middle of the snow without any clothes on.
Rose lifted her head to meet his gaze, and Caius still looked at her in the same manner, amusement on his face. She couldn't comprehend what was amusing about this situation.
It was a simple request. She wasn't asking to leave—only to simply send a message home. Her father might not even be able to read it, but she would feel better if she could send some kind of message to them.
"Your Majesty," Rose tried again, dropping to her knees. What else could she possibly do except plead? "Please."
Caius raised a brow as his eyes lazily rested on her face. "Convince me," he whispered.
