Although Primrose had heard from Edmund that Dr. Celdric was around seventy years old, his appearance was nothing like what she imagined. He looked more like a man in his early thirties, his skin smooth, his face barely touched by wrinkles.
She couldn't help but wonder if her husband would also look this young when he reached that age.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Dr. Celdric lowered his head politely as he stepped closer. His expression, however, was cold and unreadable, with no trace of a smile.
Primrose felt her chest tighten. She wasn't sure if the doctor would look down on her or worse, despise her completely.
But then his thoughts slipped through, and every doubt in her heart shattered at once.
[Oh, poor queen. She must be suffering, forced to carry a lycan seed in her frail body.]
[Even her personal doctors said the fetus feels so faint, as though it could vanish at any moment.]
