Silas and his assistant took their leave as soon as he finished showing Marielle how to brew the herbal powder.
"My assistant and I will be in our room if you need anything, Your Majesty," Silas said with a polite bow before quietly stepping out.
Edmund moved closer to Primrose, gently placing his palm on her warm forehead. "Wife, are you really okay?" he asked softly, concern written all over his face.
[Just as I thought … I should've just given her my saliva. The fever would've been gone in seconds.]
In other words, he just wanted to kiss his wife over and over again under the excuse of "healing her fever."
If Primrose actually let him do that, instead of letting her sleep after a kiss, he would probably end up making her work hard on the bed.
No, not tonight. She had another meeting with Sevrin tomorrow, so she didn't want to oversleep.
"I'm fine, Your Majesty," she said, giving him a gentle smile. "But … can I ask you for a favor?"
