"What do you think," Queen Theone turned briefly, "Jocelyn Anastasya?"
Jocelyn looked up and looked at her as she bowed her head in respect.
Several maids were applying medicine to her scar, which was still blue. She immediately raised her hand and gave the code for them to stop applying the ointment.
“You Majesty,” Jocelyn tried to sit up straight.
The IV was removed a few hours ago so she could move freely. Lying on IVs for two days was the most upsetting moment for her.
"You don't need to get up," Queen Theona walked calmly, then sat on the edge of her bed, "let's drop all the formalities we usually show. Now I'm not Queen Theona and you're not Miss Anastasya."
Jocelyn blinked her eyes in disbelief. "I'm so sorry, but what are you talking about? Aren't there always formalities tha
