It had been two days since Edmund left the palace.
Every time Primrose asked the soldiers where he was, they all gave the same infuriating answer, they had no idea.
Which only made her even more irritated.
It felt like she was right back in her first life again. Edmund would disappear for days, leaving her to deal with the beasts alone.
But, at least this time, things were different.
The entire palace was practically walking on eggshells around her. They were pampering her, catering to her every need, and treating her like she might shatter at any moment.
No one dared to raise their voice at her. No one dared to be rude.
Honestly, if she had known that pretending to be suicidal would have this kind of effect, she might have pulled this stunt much sooner.
No.
That sounded terribly wrong.
Let's not mess with death anymore, it might jinx her for real.
"Your Majesty!"
Solene burst into the room, out of breath.
