Chapter 89: Poison Expert (2)
Marielle hesitated. "But ... didn’t you say you wanted to change your clothes and take your medicine first? I’m not sure it’s—"
"Did I ask for your opinion?" Primrose cut in, raising her head and meeting Marielle’s eyes. "That wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order."
She didn’t have the energy to act soft and polite right now. The headache was making her patience run thin. And honestly, it felt oddly freeing not to force a smile just to make people around her feel comfortable.
Besides, she could tell Marielle wasn’t the type to talk back, not when she clearly needed this job more than anything.
"I-I understand, Your Majesty!" Marielle bowed quickly and hurried toward the door, not daring to say another word.
Maybe she had been too harsh.
"Marielle." Primrose saw her stop walking the moment she called her name. "Thank you."
It was a simple phrase, just a small expression of gratitude, something that was often overlooked.
In noble society, it was rare to hear those words spoken to a servant. Most nobles believed that since they paid their servants, gratitude wasn’t necessary. It was, after all, their job to obey.
However, the Duke of Illvaris had once taught Primrose a valuable lesson. He had always reminded her to say thank you to anyone who helped her, whether they were a servant or someone offering their services.
The words might be simple, but a soft "thank you" was enough to reveal a person’s true nature.