Queen Violeta stopped walking a few feet away from her son and stretched out her hand to him. Her hand was covered in blue gloves lifted high with the back of her palm on top.
Caius looked down at his mother's hand, and the thought of ignoring her outstretched hand crossed his mind, but he wouldn't see her for a while—he could indulge her.
Caius lightly grabbed it and kissed the back of her gloved hand. Queen Violeta smiled happily at him. She looked very proud. Caius raised his head and stood to his full height.
"I have to go now, Mother," Caius said coldly, dropping her hand. He gave her a blank stare as he spoke.
"I know, son, I know," Queen Violeta said, beaming at her son, pretending not to notice his cold tone. "I won't keep you for long, I promise. I am simply here to tell you goodbye." She spoke to him as one would a child.
