That day, everyone was extremely busy, especially Primrose, who always did her special ritual of bathing in milk and pearl powder a day before any formal event.
"My Lady, I noticed your skin has gotten so much smoother," one of the human maids said with wide eyes as she gently rubbed the pearl-milk mixture onto Primrose's arm. "What's your secret?"
[It's not just smoother… her skin is glowing.] The maid wondered. [Or maybe it's because she soaked in the bath for too long last night. I heard from the maids near the bath pavilion that Lady Primrose and His Majesty didn't come out for almost three hours.]
[They even heard strange sounds, like… screaming? Did they fight in there?]
Primrose couldn't help but bite her inner lip to stop herself from screaming out loud. She truly had no idea there were still people outside when she was "fighting" with Edmund's sword.
