Marielle hesitated. "But … didn't you say you wanted to change your clothes and take your medicine first? I'm not sure it's—"
"Did I ask for your opinion?" Primrose cut in, raising her head and meeting Marielle's eyes. "That wasn't a suggestion. It was an order."
She didn't have the energy to act soft and polite right now. The headache was making her patience run thin. And honestly, it felt oddly freeing not to force a smile just to make people around her feel comfortable.
Besides, she could tell Marielle wasn't the type to talk back, not when she clearly needed this job more than anything.
"I-I understand, Your Majesty!" Marielle bowed quickly and hurried toward the door, not daring to say another word.
Maybe she had been too harsh.
"Marielle." Primrose saw her stop walking the moment she called her name. "Thank you."
It was a simple phrase, just a small expression of gratitude, something that was often overlooked.
