But if she could be honest, she would’ve preferred her marriage to be something she chose on her own, not something dictated by a holy being she had never even seen.
She wasn’t even a werewolf or a lycan to begin with! So why had the Moon Goddess dragged her into this whole mate bond nonsense?
But still ... why did Edmund suddenly want to take her there?
Oh no.
’Don’t tell me that he actually believed in that ridiculous legend?!’
"Then ... should we leave now?" Edmund didn’t say a word about the Moon Goddess’ temple, but his eyes and his thoughts were clearly telling a different story.
[I really want to go to the Moon Goddess’ temple,] he sighed to himself. [Maybe ... if we do the ritual, I really can stay with my wife forever.]
So he actually believed in that legend?!
"Husband," Primrose stopped him just as he was about to get up. "Have you ever heard about the one thousand stairs of the Moon Goddess’ temple?"
She wasn’t sure why she brought it up. Maybe it was just curiosity, but since her husband seemed to believe in that ridiculous legend, she figured she might as well ask what he thought about it directly.
"I know that place," Edmund said, and his eyes started to light up like someone just whispered a divine secret into his ear. "It’s not far from here. We just need to walk for about ten more minutes. Do you want to go?"
He didn’t hesitate at all when he asked.
"I can give you a kiss to help you feel more energized," he added with a calm tone, but the way he said it made Primrose feel like he was trying to tempt her, like a lovesick teenager convincing their crush to try some romantic ritual.
Alright, maybe not that dramatic. But still ... he clearly wanted to go to the Moon Goddess’ temple.
Primrose let out a quiet sigh. "Alright, fine. Let’s go there before heading back to the palace."
But just as Edmund leaned in for a kiss, she quickly raised her hands and covered her lips.
"Don’t kiss me here," she whispered. "There are people around."
"Why not?" he asked, blinking in confusion. "Married couples kiss in public all the time."
Primrose looked around and sure enough, a few couples nearby were sneaking in kisses here and there.
"Yes, but they’re not using their tongues," she whispered, lowering her voice even more. "Let’s just find a more private spot. Maybe behind that tree?" She subtly pointed with her eyes toward a big tree nearby.
It wasn’t that she wanted Edmund to use his tongue on purpose, but, let’s be honest, that kind of kiss would make it easier for him to pass on his saliva and give her that stamina boost.
Edmund didn’t say anything. He just stood up immediately, grabbed her hand, and led her straight to the tree without a second thought.
In her defense, Primrose had only asked for some help with her stamina. She didn’t ask him to start making out like a man on a mission.
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