"Your Majesty," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you ever sleep through the night like a normal person?"
Primrose smiled without a hint of guilt. "I can't help it. I always wake up in the middle of the night."
Salem inhaled deeply, clearly trying to stay patient.
He wanted to say it was probably because she slept too much during the day, but he kept it to himself. Instead, he asked in a calmer tone, "What do you need this time?"
Primrose pointed toward the storage room. "This young woman said she might've poisoned the kitchen supplies. Could you take a look?"
Salem frowned. "Why not just toss everything out? And her … can't we just throw her in the dungeon?"
He really wasn't hiding his irritation tonight. [Why does she always call me in the middle of the night over things like this? I can't even sleep in peace anymore.]
Why was he so dramatic? Primrose had only disturbed him in the middle of the night twice—this included—so it wasn't that often.
