“Huh?! His Majesty accepted your gift?” Posie’s eyes almost popped out of her sockets as she sprang up, sitting erect on her best friend’s bed.
“Yes, he did.” Alexina nodded, putting a clear glass jar containing dark brown oil on the table.
“Wow, I can't believe my ears.” Posie’s eyebrows raised while horizontal wrinkles appeared on her forehead. Her jaws slacked as she stared at her best friend cluelessly. “I just can’t get convinced that the emperor who claims to hate Queen Alexina Clarke had finally accepted her gift.” Hanging her mouth open dramatically, she put her hand on her mouth. “I wonder if the sun rose in the west yesterday.”
“Stop being so dramatic,” Alexina laughed, opening the tight lid of the jar of rosemary oil. “Come here. You said you had a headache. Let me massage
