"It's alright, Your Majesty," Averon said with a smile as he stood up. "Your knight told me that you're sick." He walked a little closer. "Was it because you drank too much at the banquet?" he asked lightly. "I heard you left the palace early."
Primrose was still smiling, but she had actually become more alert than before.
First, she had already told Bianca—the Queen of Azmeria—yesterday that she wasn't feeling well and had to go home early. Edmund had also told Averon about it, so there was no reason for the King of Azmeria to question her again.
Second of all, she hadn't touched any alcohol at the banquet. It was because of her pregnancy and for her own safety.
But putting those things aside for a moment, Primrose had just realized something far more important: she couldn't hear Averon's thoughts.
