Chapter 260: The Queen Is A Professional Liar (I)
"Is this about your health, Your Majesty?" Silas asked politely. "As I mentioned before, there’s really nothing to worry about. You should be able to walk again in just a few days."
Primrose gave him a bright, almost innocent smile. Her voice was soft and playful as she leaned forward slightly.
"Oh no, it’s not about that," she said sweetly. "Now that there are no secrets between us, I was just wondering ... do you know of any method to make slaves more obedient?"
Silas looked at her with an expression that was hard to read. Was it relief, thinking she was just another cruel noble? Or was it excitement, pleased to finally find someone who shared his twisted interests?
"I must say, I didn’t expect to hear something like that from you, Your Majesty," Silas said with a soft laugh as he refilled his teacup. "As far as I know, the Duke of Illvaris has never been known to keep slaves."
[I’ve dug into the Duke’s background many times, hoping to find some dirt, but every trail always led to a dead end.]
[But now that I know his daughter isn’t as sweet as she seems... maybe he’s just good at hiding his sins.]
Aside from secretly doing business with Edmund, Primrose honestly didn’t believe her father had done anything bad enough to become scandal-worthy for a whole decade, let alone ten.
It wasn’t that she thought her father was perfect, but every time he even considered doing something questionable, Lazarus would always mutter, "My wife would smack me in the afterlife if I tried anything stupid and bad!"
He was still so head over heels for his late wife that he truly feared sinning, not because of damnation, but because he didn’t want to lose the chance to see her again in heaven.