"I was really … really worried about you, Husband." Primrose let out a dramatic sigh and turned her face slightly away. "I couldn't even sleep well the past few days because I was so worried."
Well … that wasn't entirely a lie.
She truly hadn't been sleeping well. She didn't even know why, it was just that every time her head hit the pillow, her mind filled with unnecessary thoughts.
Some nights, she'd just lie in bed for hours, wondering if it was okay for her to return home to see her father, even though her position as the Queen of Noctvaris is not stable yet.
She was torn between following her heart and going back, or waiting longer to secure her place.
In the end, she chose to wait. But that decision only made her anxiety worse. She was terrified she might die before she got the chance to see her father again, just like in her first life.
