"T'omas!" Rose yelled in shock as she opened the door.
"That is Lord Thomas to you!" he yelled back, a glare in his eyes as he looked her up and down. "Tsk!"
Thomas moved his hand to his sword, which hung on his belt, his grip tight on the hilt. He was dressed in the knight's uniform, white with gold flecks. He had on boots that rose high, almost reaching his knees. His breeches clung to his skin, and Rose thought they must be uncomfortable to move in.
Rose nodded and bent her head slightly. "Apologies, Lord T'omas," Rose replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "May I ask why you are 'ere?"
She lifted her head to look him in the eyes after she asked the question. She didn't like him, and she was certain the feeling was mutual. She knew the crown prince must have something to do with it, as Thomas looked to be here against his will.
His eyes blazed even more at her tone, but Rose wasn't afraid. She had nothing to fear from him. She knew he couldn't harm her.
