Marielle’s hands paused in the middle of tying the ribbon. [Wait ... didn’t that soldier call me the Queen’s personal maid earlier?]
But now that she thought about it, Her Majesty had never officially appointed her as a personal maid. Maybe the Queen had just asked for a maid to help her change clothes, and the soldier had misunderstood.
At least this time, Marielle wasn’t jumping to the worst conclusions.
"I’m sorry if I’m speaking out of turn, Your Majesty," Marielle said gently. "But I’ve only been working here for a little less than two months, so I’m still very new. I don’t have as much experience as the other maids."
Primrose turned her head just slightly so she could meet Marielle’s eyes over her shoulder. "If you become my personal maid, your salary will be tripled."
Marielle’s eyes went wide. "T-Tripled?!" she gasped before quickly covering her mouth. "I apologize, Your Majesty, I didn’t mean to shout."
Primrose winced a little as her headache worsened from the sudden loud noise, but she held back from scolding her. "Not only that," she added calmly, "I’ll also make sure you and your family receive proper health benefits."
Marielle blinked, clearly surprised. "What ... what do you mean by that, Your Majesty?"
It wasn’t something most nobles ever offered. But Primrose had learned that from her father, the Duke of Illvaris, a man who cared deeply about those who worked under him.
He once told Primrose, "Everyone in my business has their own role. If they’re sick and can’t afford medicine, they’ll be unable to work for days and that slows down everything."
He even extended the health benefits to their families so they could focus on their duties instead of worrying about a loved one who couldn’t afford treatment.
The Duke of Illvaris had earned the loyalty of his people by taking care of them and not just with kind words, but through real support.
Because of that, none of his workers ever spoke badly about him. His name stayed clean, both among nobles and commoners.
Primrose wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps to earn the loyalty of those who worked for her, especially those who truly needed help because they had sick family members depending on them.
"I’ll cover all the medical costs if you or any of your family members ever get sick," Primrose said softly. "Medicine, doctors, whatever you need. I’ll take care of it."
In truth, she planned to pass the bills on to Edmund. He was much wealthier than she was, after all.
Besides, wasn’t it normal for the man of the house to handle the family’s expenses, including the ones his wife made?
And Edmund didn’t seem like someone who spent money carelessly. So if she didn’t use a little of it for something meaningful, what was the point of all his saving?
More than that, he must have a separate stash of money set aside for her future in case he was ever forced off the throne, right?
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