Chapter 92: The King’s Love Letter
Primrose sat quietly on her bed for a while. She had woken up a few minutes ago and was reluctant to admit that the sleeping potion had actually worked better than expected.
Her whole body felt refreshed the moment she opened her eyes.
She had slept soundly all night without waking up once. Even the awful headache that had been bothering her yesterday was completely gone.
Who in the world was Salem?
If he was that skilled, maybe he should’ve been her personal doctor from the start.
No—on second thought, that man would probably use her as a test subject for his mysterious medicines.
As she sat in bed, still half-lost in thought, she saw the door creaked open a little. Solene’s head peeked through the gap, clearly unsure if she should come in.
"Lady Solene," Primrose called softly as soon as she saw her. "You can come in."
Solene stepped inside, wearing a nervous expression and slightly lowering her head.
"Your Majesty," she said quietly, "I heard you appointed someone as your personal maid ... and that you had her help you change and prepare your medicine last night."
"Why didn’t you call me instead?" Solene asked. She didn’t sound angry, if Primrose had to describe it, she almost sounded like she was sulking.