Chapter 333: The Flower That Withered (II)

Primrose could almost feel the weariness behind those words. Caring for someone who had been sick and suffering for so long was never easy. It wasn’t that the ill meant to be cruel, but when pain consumed them day after day, their moods darkened, and patience wore thin.

Then the woman’s eyes turned to Primrose, softening with surprise and warmth. "Oh my, is this Her Majesty the Queen?"