Rose accepted the water the servant brought—she needed it. She had been speaking non-stop since the moment she walked through the doors. The crown prince kept taking her back in her story, making sure she wasn't missing any details. It was pure torture at this point, and the worst part of it all was the delight she could see on his face.
She gulped the water so fast, some dripped down her neck, but she didn't care. Rose quickly stretched out the cup to the servant once again. Thankfully, the servant had brought a whole jug and not just a cup of water.
He stared at her oddly but was quick to pour out the water. This one Rose drank very slowly. This was the only space she had. As soon as she was done, she would have to speak again. Rose had spoken about her day in more ways than one.
"Leave the jug," the crown prince said as she was taking her time.
