There was an unwritten rule among women, a sacred rule that no one was allowed to break: never comment on a woman's body.
Most people followed that rule, at least not out loud. Especially when the woman was someone important, like a noble or someone well-respected.
They knew better than to say something so rude directly to her face.
But thoughts?
People didn't hold back in their thoughts.
And unfortunately for Primrose, she could hear them all, as clear as if they'd said them out loud.
Ever since the moment she came back to life, she had heard all kinds of judgments about her body, whether from people like that bitch Leah or just some random maids.
Sometimes, they'd think she looked too skinny, like nothing but bones with a bit of flesh. Other times, they'd say she'd gained a bit of weight.
Primrose always tried to ignore those thoughts. But honestly, deep down, she just wished everyone would stop commenting on her body altogether, even in their minds.
