Chapter 12: The King, The Bed, and His Suffering
[M-My wife wants to sleep with me?! S-She's not afraid of me?!]
Edmund's entire body locked up like a statue. His steps halted in the middle of the hallway, his grip on her tightening just slightly.
Primrose could feel the sudden stiffness in his muscles, the way his breathing hitched as if his brain had just stopped working.
She tilted her head, puzzled. Was he ... blushing?
With a small sigh, she nudged his chin gently. "Your Majesty ...?"
No response.
She tried again. "Your Majesty."
Still nothing.
Finally, she raised her voice. "Your Majesty!"
Edmund jolted as if she had just yanked him out of another dimension. His gaze snapped down to her, his expression blank for a second before he finally spoke. "I don't want to sleep with you."
Primrose narrowed her eyes.