Primrose flipped through the pages of the book several times, searching for detailed information about plants that could be used as poison.
There were countless poisonous plants, and it was incredibly difficult to pinpoint the exact type of poison that matched all the symptoms she had experienced.
Because this wasn’t just ordinary illness.
At first, her skin had simply started losing its color, growing paler by the day. But soon, other symptoms followed.
Her body felt weak, as if something was draining the life out of her.
No matter how much she ate, she was always exhausted, her limbs growing heavier with each passing day. Even the simplest tasks like walking down the hall, holding a teacup, became unreasonably difficult.
Then came the dizziness.
At first, it was subtle, a lightheaded sensation she could brush off. But as the days went by, it worsened.
Soon, standing for too long made the entire room tilt and sway, like she was trapped in a ship being tossed by the waves.
And the worst part?
She had begun feeling sharp, splintering pain in her chest, as if her heart was cracking like fragile glass.
Her heartbeat became erratic, sometimes too fast, sometimes agonizingly slow.
A single strong impact such as falling, being pushed, or even sneezing too hard sent unbearable pain tearing through her chest.
And all of these horrifying symptoms had appeared in just three months.
But one of the doctors had given her a far more terrifying possibility that the poison may have been inside her for years, lying dormant in her body until something triggered it.
The key was time.
If the poison had been in her for so long, then that meant one thing, It might had been there since Silas was in the palace.
Then, what about the activator?
What kind of catalyst could trigger the poison in her body?
No matter how many times Primrose turned it over in her mind, she couldn’t shake the deep, aching feeling of betrayal, the sting of knowing that someone she had trusted the most had done this to her.
"Your Majesty," Solene’s voice suddenly broke through her thoughts. "Is something bothering you?"
[She’s been frowning so many times... Could it be that Her Majesty is upset with me?]
[Maybe I shouldn’t have sat with her in the first place...]
Primrose lifted her gaze, meeting Solene’s concerned expression.
The former knight sat directly across from her, despite initially refusing to share the same table. It had taken some insistence on Primrose’s part before Solene finally gave in and joined her for afternoon tea.
"Not really," Primrose said, hesitating for a moment.
Then, a thought struck her. Someone like Solene—a knight from a powerful lineage—might know someone useful.
"Lady Solene, do you happen to know someone who could act as my poison tester?"
Solene’s eyes widened in shock. "Poison tester?!"
Her gaze immediately darted to the stack of books Primrose had been reading. It was only now that she realized that they were all about deadly plants.
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