Still, that was only natural. This building behind the palace was used as the maids' quarters. Even so, it was still far better than what the servants had been given under the last king's rule.
Originally, this place had been built to house concubines. But since Edmund never once had the desire to take even a single concubine, he had repurposed it into living quarters for the maids and other palace staff.
"Does your back hurt?"
Primrose flinched slightly at the low voice beside her, but the moment her eyes met Edmund's face, she let out a soft breath of relief.
"I'm fine." She stretched her arms, then quickly turned to hug him. Edmund's hand slid gently across her back, soothing her as if he knew it ached, no matter what she said.
"What time is it?" Primrose asked.
"It's already morning," Edmund replied.
Her eyes widened. She sat up straight and turned toward the window, where sunlight spilled across the floor. "I … I'm sorry! I overslept!"
