It had been a week since Edmund left the palace, and Primrose still had no idea when he would return.
Salem had been living in the palace ever since he worked as her poison tester. Every day, without fail, he would sigh in disappointment whenever her food turned out to be poison-free.
Honestly, it was concerning.
It felt like he was eagerly waiting for someone to poison her. Or worse, she had this awful feeling that he might just slip something into her plate himself just for the chance to taste it.
"Your Majesty, you seem restless." Solene set a cup of tea in front of her, watching her with quiet concern. "Has Sir Vesper been giving you trouble?"
"Oh, no. Not at all." Primrose waved a hand dismissively and placed her book on the table. "It's just… I haven't been sleeping well lately."
Salem had been a complete headache at the start, but at least he hadn't caused any real trouble after that. Most of the time, he stayed locked in his room, except when it was time for her to eat.
