Chapter 4: I Have To Get That Damn Mark!
Primrose raised a brow, playing along. "I suppose my body is too disgusting in your eyes, Your Majesty."
It was his fault for being absolutely terrible at communication. Therefore, Primrose wanted him to suffer more with his thoughts.
[That's not what I mean, wife!]
[I'm the disgusting one, not you!]
Primrose sighed dramatically and hugged herself, subtly pushing her cleavages forward. "But, Your Majesty," she murmured, turning her body to Edmund. "If you don't mark me tonight, everyone will think you despise me. Which ... might actually be true."
She let her words linger before adding, "They'll never acknowledge me as their queen because their king refuses to mark her." She met his gaze, her golden eyes gleaming. "I know you hate me, but ... can't I at least have some peace in this palace if I decide to stay longer?"
She needed that mark.
If escaping wasn't an option, then she had to find another way to survive here. And that meant ensuring the people in the palace couldn't keep looking down on her.
That meant making Edmund mark her tonight.
[No! I don't hate you, wife!]
[I'm afraid of hurting you...]