Blue Is A Rare Eye Colour

I got ready to finish my work. It was tiring taking care of all the documents. Kings did not usually do this. But I did so even if I hated it. Mostly because there were would be treason and other problems. 

That would be too much hassle. Taking care of this myself was easier in this case. 

I kissed her on the forehead before leaving for my study. I had already called her personal maid. She stood with a bowed head at the entrance.

"Take care of her and make sure she doesn't get up the moment she opens her eyes. She keeps doing that and then suffers from headaches. When she gets up, send me a word," I said. 

"And the queen told me to increase your salary because of your hard work. But if I find something wrong, it will be the last day of your not-so-necessary life."

"Yes, Your Highness," she said. "And thank you. I will keep taking good care of Her Highness."

"Thank her, not me."