Caius knew what room she had been put in; it was two rooms away from his. Henry didn't follow after him, which he thought was good reasoning on Henry's part. He didn't think he could control his reaction right now.
The hall was quiet as he walked, but as he got closer, he could hear the sounds of a flute. It was low, but it was a pretty clear tune. Caius was puzzled, he knew no one in the castle could play the flute.
There were a few bards, but they mostly used the lute and harp. Flutes interfered with singing. However, it didn't mean there weren't any flutists, but Caius was certain they weren't as good.
He found himself listening a little too deeply as he ventured towards the bedchamber Rose was in, and he noticed the tune increase. The tune was melancholic, and it made him remember some dark nights, but somehow it wasn't so depressing. It almost felt like if he had this tune to listen to, it would have been a little easier to bear.
