Chapter 84: The Queen’s Headache
Primrose wouldn’t have minded a kiss. Really, she wouldn’t have.
But unfortunately ... Edmund had just made a fatal mistake.
"You don’t have to do that," she said, placing her palm gently over his lips and slowly pushing his face away. "Since you’ve already called Dr. Silas, there’s no need for you to heal my headache anymore."
Edmund’s expression darkened immediately. He suddenly regretted his decision to call Silas to the palace.
"But ... but maybe Dr. Silas won’t arrive until midnight," Edmund said, trying to make an excuse, or rather, trying to steal a kiss from his wife. "You might not be able to sleep well if you’re just waiting for him."
Primrose smiled faintly, then gently lowered her hand. "Don’t worry about it, Your Majesty. I’m not going to die from a simple headache."
After that, she said nothing more. She lay back down on the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and turned her back to Edmund.
"Please wake me when Dr. Silas arrives," she murmured. "I just need a short nap."
Edmund stood there, frozen. His hand hovered awkwardly in the air, still hoping he could reach for his wife and convince her to kiss him instead of relying on the doctor.
But when he saw her shoulders slowly relax and heard her breathing even out, he sighed quietly.
He didn’t do anything else.