Chapter 201: How Not to Talk to a King
Before one of them actually hit the other, Primrose quickly stepped in. "Are you two ... close friends?"
Edmund and Leofric turned their heads toward Primrose at the exact same time, making her jump a little from how perfectly in sync they were.
"We’re not that close," Edmund said plainly.
Leofric clicked his tongue and smacked Edmund’s shoulder so hard that Primrose briefly worried he might’ve accidentally dislocated something.
"What do you mean we’re not close?!" Leofric narrowed his eyes on him. "Edmund, that’s just rude! I’m offended!"
Edmund calmly brushed his shoulder, as if wiping away invisible dust. He glanced at Leofric from the corner of his eye and said, "Don’t say my name." Then added, "Besides, we barely see each other. How can we be considered close?"
Primrose and Leofric were both stunned by his deadpan response.
She could even hear Leofric mentally insulting her husband. [He’s been king for so long, yet somehow he’s still just as dumb as he used to be.]
Primrose furrowed her brows slightly, clearly offended. Her husband was not dumb! He was just a bit dense, that was all!
"I’m joking," Edmund said in the flattest tone and even his expression was as cold as ever. Then he looked at Primrose and explained, "If being close friends means knowing each other well, then yes, Sir Leofric is my close friend."
[That was a joke?!] Leofric hissed inwardly.