Instead of gaining immortality, her body decayed slowly, and the youthful magic no longer worked on her. Therefore, she now aged like a normal human, and her body grew so weak it seemed as if her bones might shatter with a strong gust of wind.
Lorelle, who once desired immortality, now longed for death to come quickly because the pain she felt was too much to endure.
Primrose stayed silent for a moment, processing that information in her head while also wondering if there truly was no way to heal her.
Then, as if sparked by something deep in her memory, a thought struck her. She turned to Edmund and asked, "Husband, do you know Lady Naveer? The daughter of the Count of Noirhaven?"
Edmund blinked, puzzled. "I think I've heard her name. Why are you suddenly asking about her?"
