"But why is their queen walking beside the king like that? Doesn't she know any manners?"
Primrose slightly narrowed her eyes when she heard that voice and saw a group of nobles whispering among themselves. She chose to ignore them, knowing there was no use dealing with a bunch of fussy nobles.
But even as they stepped into the grand palace of Azmeria, those kinds of words kept reaching Primrose's ears, this time through their thoughts.
Fortunately, she had asked Salem to increase the dose of her medicine, or her head would surely be throbbing right now from hearing so many people at once.
[So shameless! How can a queen walk right next to the king like that?!]
[So Duke Lazarus failed to raise his daughter properly after all!]
[Why is she dressed so beautifully? She already has a husband. She shouldn't dress like that!]
Alright, Primrose could ignore most of those comments, but that last one almost made her lose her patience.
