Primrose let out a small sigh, casting her gaze downward as if embarrassed. "But ... I know it sounds foolish. Just forget I said anything."
For good measure, she sighed again, making sure she looked as pitiful as possible.
And yet ... Edmund said nothing.
The silence stretched between them, long enough that doubt started creeping in.
Did he really think her request was that ridiculous?
Luckily, she didn’t have to wonder because she could hear his thoughts.
[I’m such a failure of a husband.]
Primrose’s eyes widened slightly as Edmund’s icy blue gaze darkened, his expression shifting into something unreadable.
[She sacrificed everything to come here, and I never even considered her culture.]
[I’ve completely failed her.]
"Go back to sleep," Edmund finally said, his voice quieter than before.
That was it?
Primrose blinked. He wasn’t going to bring up the ring? Shouldn’t he be kneeling right now, swearing to buy her the most extravagant wedding ring in existence?
[I guess I’ll go tomorrow.]
Go where?
She narrowed her eyes. ’Where’s my ring?!’
Annoyance prickled in her chest. She didn’t care where he was planning to go. She just wanted to know, why wasn’t he giving her an answer now?
With a huff, she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over her head, not sparing him another glance.
"Good night, Your Majesty," she muttered, her voice stiff with irritation.
After a while, she heard Edmund chuckle under his breath. "Good night, my wife," he murmured.
○ ○
When Primrose arrived at the dining hall for breakfast, Edmund was nowhere to be seen.
A soldier standing nearby informed her that the King had left the palace before sunrise and might not return until next week.
"Where did he go?" she asked, pausing as she reached for her tea.
The soldier hesitated for a brief moment before replying, "His Majesty didn’t say. I assume he just went hunting."
"Hunting?" Her brows knitted together. "He enjoys hunting?"
Back then, Primrose had rarely been curious about Edmund. She even had never bothered to learn about his hobbies or even his favorite food.
"That’s His Majesty’s favorite pastime," the soldier explained. "He often spends several days in the forest hunting."
He attempted a reassuring smile, but the stiffness in his expression only made him look more intimidating. "So, there’s no need to worry about His Majesty."
Primrose wasn’t worried. She had only asked because she was still annoyed that Edmund had ignored her request about the wedding rings last night.
Was the idea of wedding rings really so taboo in the Beast Kingdom that he refused to even acknowledge it?
[But I doubt he left just to hunt.]
[He took Dante with him today, which means he’s going on a long journey.]
Dante was the name of Edmund’s mighty red horse.
Back then, Primrose occasionally saw the horse running around the training ground and would steal other horses’ food or chew the soldiers’ shoes.
Unlike the other horses in the palace, Dante was significantly larger, almost monstrous in size.
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