Chapter 187: Buried Scars
What kind of cruel experiments did Edmund go through in the past?
Primrose kept repeating that question in her head.
All the bad traits he had now, like thinking of himself as worthless, unlovable, or even believing that he was nothing more than an ugly monster, surely they didn’t come out of nowhere.
They had to be rooted deep inside his heart, most likely caused by something terrible that happened long ago.
"Edmund, this is different," Primrose said softly.
She wanted to understand him more, to know his pain better, but right now, she needed to make sure he didn’t make a reckless decision out of guilt.
"If you let the people direct all their anger at you," she continued, "there’s a big chance things might spiral out of control."
She paused, trying to find the right words to express what was on her mind. "Maybe ... more challengers will appear, trying to take your position as King of Noctvaris. And worst of all, some of them might try to kill me just to mess with your head."
It might’ve sounded a little dramatic, but when it came to politics, no one could predict how far someone would go.
That’s why it wasn’t wrong to consider the worst-case scenario.
Besides, if there was one way to make Edmund listen carefully, it was to bring her safety into the discussion.