Chapter 8: A Delusional Woman
Primrose resisted the urge to laugh. Leah's confidence was truly something else.
Sure, she was a beast too, but she was a fox! Not a scary animal, but a fox!
How could a mere fox ever compare to a lycan? No matter how cunning or beautiful she thought she was, in the end, she'd still be considered too weak to stand by Edmund's side.
Besides, why was Leah always the one attending to her?! Where were her other ladies-in-waiting?
The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Two years before Leah's death, she had also been the only one constantly by Primrose's side, to the point where Primrose barely remembered interacting with her other attendants at all.
Something wasn't right.
"Lady Leah," Primrose asked, "do you happen to know where my other ladies-in-waiting are?"
Leah's expression didn't change, but her eyes sharpened slightly. "Is Your Majesty dissatisfied with my service?"
Primrose quickly plastered on an apologetic look, letting her gaze drop just enough to make it seem like she felt bad for asking. "No! No, of course not! It's just ... I was thinking it must be exhausting for you to serve me all by yourself."
She offered Leah a small smile. "I'd hate to be such a burden."