Chapter 252: The Honey Badger’s Regret
As soon as Edmund left her chamber, Primrose let out a sigh of relief. It was comforting to have her husband by her side since morning, but for some reason, his presence had also made her feel a little on edge.
She just didn’t want him to think she wanted to die so badly that she willingly stepped into a poisoned bath.
"Your Majesty." Primrose’s thoughts immediately shattered the moment she heard Raven speak. "I was supposed to stay home for a full month," she said with a shrug, "but I can see you’re not really the traditional type."
Primrose held her breath for a moment. She remembered how widows were usually expected to lock themselves away for an entire month after their husband’s death to honor their late husbands.
But since she’d been dragged out by soldiers, people would surely say she was disrespecting both the widow’s mourning period and her late husband.
Well ... that part was true. Who in their right mind would mourn the Marquess?
Still ... was Raven upset about it? Even if she didn’t seem to care much about her own late husband, she was still expected to follow the tradition for her family’s honor, at least.
Before Primrose could say anything, Raven spoke first. "I’m not someone who strictly follows tradition either," she said, pulling off her black mourning veil and tossing it aside like it meant nothing. "It’s kind of ridiculous, honestly. Telling a widow she can’t leave the house?"
[Wouldn’t it be more fun if I took a vacation to some faraway land after my husband died?] Raven thought. [What’s the point of having a husband anyway? Once they die, their living wives finally get a taste of freedom.]
Primrose let out a soft hiss under her breath. Sure, if a woman had suffered in an abusive marriage, of course she’d celebrate her husband’s death.