Primrose had spent the whole morning planning exactly what she'd say to Silas, topics that would gently guide his thoughts toward Hazelle's slave seal's secret word.
But the moment she sat across from the man, all those carefully prepared strategies suddenly felt hard to put into action.
"Dr. Silas, why did you bring your assistant along?" she asked with a polite smile, her eyes drifting to Hazelle, who stood quietly behind him. "Didn't I mention that I just wanted to have tea with you this afternoon?"
Silas smiled calmly. "I'm afraid my assistant can't be left alone for long, Your Majesty. She has … some mental health concerns."
Mental health concerns, my foot.
He just didn't want Hazelle to rest, not even for a few minutes. No wonder she always looked so pale and worn out. Even now, when all they were doing was drinking tea, Silas didn't let her sit down.
