Primrose walked toward her chamber in a daze. She had to lean against the palace walls just to stay upright because her head throbbed painfully after staring at endless rows of numbers for what felt like forever.
"Your Majesty, are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?" Solene gently wrapped her arm around Primrose's, helping her walk.
[What in the world did that awful advisor do to Her Majesty?]
[He didn't need to be that harsh!]
[If I see him later, I swear I'll make him eat something so spicy, he'll be stuck in the bathroom for a whole day!]
Oh? So the royal advisor couldn't handle spicy food? Primrose made a mental note of that.
"I'm fine," she mumbled, waving her hand weakly. "I just need to sleep. Please tell His Majesty I'm skipping dinner tonight. I'm going to bed early."
Solene looked even more worried. "Are you sure, Your Majesty? Your last meal was at noon, so you will get hungry later. I could ask the maids to bring something light to your room—"
