"Shall we begin your lessons?"
Rose was in the crown prince's room on the guise of tutoring her. Rose's mind had spun on several things as they made the walk here, the silence had made that easy. However, it seemed the crown prince was true to his word. She stared around in disbelief and a bit of relief, but it was certainly not gratitude.
The writing desk was filled with enough paper to cover every inch of its surface. Other than the pieces of parchment paper, there were also books on the table, a quill, and some ink. Rose could count about three books.
"Teaching lessons?" Rose asked with uncertainty.
She knew about this; they had argued about it, and she had heard the Crown Prince give orders to Fabian to get writing materials, but for some reason, she still didn't believe he would follow through with it. She couldn't see him as a tutor.
