Chapter 32: The Queen Wants A Ring! (I)
The hallway had grown unbearably cold, so Edmund wasted no time escorting Primrose back to her bedroom. But if he was being honest with himself, the chill in the air wasn’t the real reason he brought her here.
No, he just needed to be alone with his wife.
Primrose sat quietly on the bed, watching as Edmund moved through the room, tossing out anything with so much as a sharp edge. Scissors, hairpins, even a letter opener, nothing was spared.
Her act must have been truly convincing because even the mighty Lycan King looked genuinely afraid that she would die the moment he turned his back.
"Your Majesty, I’m fine now," Primrose said, watching him. "If you keep throwing my things away, my bedroom will be completely empty."
[Why the hell is every single one of her hairpins so sharp?! I’ll have the maids dull them all!]
Edmund finally stopped discarding her belongings and turned to face her.
His wife looked so fragile.
Her red, swollen eyes and the faint trails of dried tears on her cheeks making her seem even more pitiful.
"I’ll ask the maids to get you safer things later." Edmund let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples. "Just ... don’t do anything stupid again."
"I know I’m stupid." Primrose muttered, deliberately emphasizing the word as she smacked herself on the head.