Primrose’s expression softened. She hated hearing Pippa think of herself that way, but knowing what the girl had gone through, Primrose could understand why she thought like that.
Pippa had spent too long living in a place where her worth depended on how useful she could be.
"I know I’m still not that stable, but I... I can work properly," Pippa hurriedly promised. "And I’ll learn as hard as I can. I promise."
The more she spoke, the more desperate she sounded, as though she was afraid Primrose would reject her immediately.
So instead of saying no, Primrose asked gently, "What have you been interested in lately? Cooking?"
Pippa’s eyes widened. "Ah, no, no!" She quickly shook her head. "I can’t cook. I only go to the kitchen to watch the cooks, and..."
Her voice suddenly became smaller. "And I’m sorry for stealing the palace’s food."
Primrose blinked, then she couldn’t help but chuckle. "You’re not stealing any food."
Pippa looked up at her in confusion, but said nothing.
"You live here," Primrose explained. "That means you can eat as much as you want. Besides, we still have plenty for everyone."
Winter would soon come to an end as well. Once the weather became warmer, they could start filling their food stores again. Hence, there was no reason for Pippa to feel guilty over a few extra meals.
Still, Pippa did not look convinced.
"But... I still feel bad," she admitted quietly. "The cooks keep giving me more food every time I go to the kitchen."
Primrose stared at her for a moment before a smile even wider. "Then that means they like you."
"Since the palace cooks already like having you around, why don’t you work there?" Primrose suggested. "I can ask them to let you become their assistant. You can help with simple things at first and learn from them little by little."
She leaned back slightly and smiled at Pippa. "What do you think?"
Pippa still looked hesitant, but Primrose could see a small spark of interest in her eyes.
The young woman nervously played with the hem of her dress, rubbing the fabric between her fingers as she thought about the offer.
After a few seconds, she finally gave a small nod. "If... if you really allow me to do that, then I’d be happy to work in the kitchen," Pippa said.
She slowly lifted her head and looked directly at Primrose. Then, much to Primrose’s surprise, Pippa smiled. It was small and still a little shy, but it was a real smile.
"I’d love that, Your Majesty," she said softly. "Thank you very much."
Primrose felt something warm spread through her chest.
It was only a small step, but perhaps small steps like this were exactly what she needed.
After all, Primrose knew that better than anyone.
In her previous life, she had spent so many years without knowing what true freedom felt like. Her life had always been controlled by someone else, and by the time she finally tried to take that freedom for herself, she had already lost almost everything.
She did not want these young women to go through the same thing.
They had already lost enough years of their lives. So if Primrose could give them a safe place to stay while they slowly learned how to live for themselves again, she would gladly do it.
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