The Queen‘s POV
“Your Majesty, the doctor is here,” whispered the maid, kneeling with her head down.
I leaned back on the bench, put a hand to my temple, closed my eyes, and waved, “Let her in.”
The maid left the room, and a middle-aged woman in gray came in with a medicine box.
“Your Majesty, it is an honor to have the opportunity to serve you,” she said, kneeling on the floor, bending over in a humble manner.
My headache put me in no mood to talk to her politely. “Stand up.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” She stood up, stiff, as if not sure how to stand in my palace.
“I hear your father is good at acupuncture?”
“Yes, my father went to the east when he was young and studied acupuncture.”
“Do you know about acupuncture?”
“I grew up with my father. I can treat some diseases with acupuncture
