Because of that, she had become careful with her words, choosing them with thought and restraint, determined never to accidentally push someone toward death.
"I apologize for my rudeness, Your Majesty," Naveer said at last. She lowered her head, though part of her still struggled to believe that a human sat above her.
Even, a measure of respect began to take root in her. "I promise I will watch my words, and I will not speak ill of His Majesty or you, Your Majesty."
[As for the knight who killed my lovely specimens, I will never stop speaking ill of him.]
Primrose hissed inwardly, realizing that Leofric really had too many enemies for his own good. Sometimes she wondered if he needed a cleansing ritual to drive away all the evil spirits that clung to him.
"Thank you for your understanding, Lady Naveer." Primrose smoothed her tone and offered a calm smile. "Please, take a seat."
Naveer cast Leofric one last sharp glance before lowering herself gracefully into the couch across from Primrose. For all her eccentricity, she still sat with poise, her posture elegant and deliberate, like a woman very aware of the eyes upon her.
"I know you’re a busy woman, so I won’t waste your time with pleasantries, Lady Naveer," Primrose began. "The reason I invited you here is because there is someone who might pique your curiosity."
She didn’t immediately reveal Lorelle’s identity or give away too many details to Naveer because Primrose wasn’t foolish enough to hand over such a secret without first knowing whether this eccentric lady was a danger or not.
"As we’ve discussed before," Primrose continued, "this concerns the ritual of immortality."
Naveer, who had been lazily reaching for her teacup, froze. Instead of drinking, she set it back down untouched and straightened her back. Her green eyes locked onto Primrose’s with a hunger she couldn’t quite disguise.
"Please, indulge me, Your Majesty," she said couriously. "Tell me more about this case. What is it exactly? Was there someone who succeeded or did they fail?"
Now that Primrose had already struck the match, fanning the flames would be as easy as turning her hand.
"It depends," Primrose said with a knowing smile. "This matter is highly classified, and only a few are permitted to know the details. If you hesitate now, Lady Naveer, I won’t be able to share anything further."
Naveer gritted her teeth quietly, thinking, [This queen is far better at playing her cards than I expected. My father was truly a fool for ever saying I could ignore her, and that she wouldn’t hold much influence in this kingdom.]
[I didn’t even bother attending her tea party back then,] she thought bitterly. [Tch. No wonder Lady Mirelle kept spreading gossip that Her Majesty is incredible, and loved too much by His Majesty.]
Her gaze flicked toward Leofric, seated at ease beside the queen. [Well, judging by how casually she sits beside His Majesty’s most trusted royal knight, I can already guess she isn’t treated as someone insignificant in this palace.]
Ah, no wonder she hadn’t come to the tea party. It seemed the Count of Noirhaven hadn’t considered Primrose important enough and even allowed his eccentric daughter to dismiss her invitation.
The Count even had only forced Naveer to come to the palace after Edmund sent a king’s decree.
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