This time, Lorelle didn’t flare up in anger. Instead, she stayed quiet. Slowly, she turned her gaze back to Primrose, searching her eyes as if weighing the truth in her words.
"What can you do?" Lorelle finally asked. "Even the doctors couldn’t take my pain away. So what could you possibly do to erase it?"
Primrose smiled at her, but it wasn’t the kind of smile she wore when she was happy. Instead, it was a sorrowful smile.
The sadness she felt for Lorelle was enough to push her into using her mind-control ability. She didn’t explain anything to Lorelle. Instead, she followed exactly what Leofric had carefully guided her to do before.
All she needed was to speak softly, say what she wished for the person to feel or do, and then give the words that would become the key to unlock it.
"I know the pain in your body has poisoned your mind for years, Lorelle." Primrose’s voice grew tender as she locked her gaze with Lorelle’s. Her golden eyes shimmered, glowing faintly like stars in the night sky.
Lorelle stiffened under Primrose’s gaze, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, she wanted to look away, but something in those golden eyes held her still.
Primrose’s voice dropped lower, soft as a lullaby. "You’ve carried this pain for so long that it’s become part of you. But you don’t have to hold it anymore. Let it go ... let it fade."
The words slipped into Lorelle’s mind like a warm tide washing over rocks. At first, she clenched her fists, resisting the pull. But then, little by little, the agony that had haunted her for years began to soften. The constant weight pressing on her chest eased, as if invisible chains were finally loosening.
Then, with a calm finality, Primrose whispered, "I command you."
The moment the words fell, Lorelle gasped. Her entire body shuddered as if something inside her had snapped free. The burning ache in her bones dulled, the stabbing pain in her chest lifted.
For the first time in years, her body didn’t feel like a cage of endless torment.
She straightened her back, tilting her head backward and gasping loudly, like someone waking from a nightmare that had gone on for far too long.
Primrose looked at her with worry, afraid that something had gone wrong with the spell she had just cast. What if she had only made things worse for Lorelle?
Her fingers brushed against her wedding ring as she called out in a shaky voice, "Edmund ... Edmund, I think you should come here. I—"
Before she could say another word, Lorelle suddenly grabbed her hand and held it tightly.
"What did you do, Rosie?" Lorelle’s voice broke as she slowly turned to face her, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. Her entire body trembled, but her eyes shone with something Primrose had never seen in them before—hope.
"It’s ... gone," Lorelle whispered, her words filled with disbelief and fragile relief. "My pain ... it’s all gone."
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