"What are you trying to do?" Rylen asked, staring disapprovingly at Caius after Lord Charles walked away. The blonde had left at some point, but the crown prince had been completely oblivious to that.
"That's my line," Caius replied as he took the goblet filled with wine out of Rylen's grip. The latter didn't argue or try to stop him, as this had been the routine of the night, and Rylen had brought the wine specifically for the crown prince.
Occasionally, Rylen would find Caius and try to pacify him with a goblet or two. So far, it seemed to be working, but he could tell that Caius was getting increasingly impatient, as his attention was clearly elsewhere—especially since he had so deliberately ridiculed the lord. Rylen knew if he hadn't stepped in in time, it would have surely escalated.
"You should know better than to harass Lord Charles."
