"Do you mind telling me what happened to my wife?" Edmund asked as he and Leofric stepped out of Primrose’s chamber, leaving Lazarus to stay with her while she rested.
"You’re really impatient," Leofric scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I traveled all this way, yet you didn’t even ask how I’m doing, or how Lorelle is. What kind of brother are you?"
Edmund looked at him with an indifferent gaze, then replied without showing much expression. "I know everything that happens in my own palace. That’s why I didn’t ask."
He had placed many spying devices around the palace, just not in Leofric’s or Lorelle’s chambers, because Leofric would have thrown them away the moment he found them.
Still, since they left their rooms, Edmund was able to keep an eye on them around the palace.
He already knew that Lady Naveer of Noirhaven had moved Lorelle’s soul from her body into a clay statue shaped to look just like her. The doll was painted so carefully that it almost looked alive, but a ritual this dangerous needed time to fully work.
That was why Lady Naveer was still trying to properly bind Lorelle’s soul to the statue. Her room was guarded by many royal soldiers, so Edmund was sure no one could enter it while Leofric was away.
Besides, Edmund would definitely ask about Lorelle later. But for now, his wife was still his top priority, because Primrose looked extremely vulnerable.
"Alright, alright. Don’t glare at me like that," Leofric said lightly. "No wonder you make enemies more easily than friends."
"What?" Edmund pretended not to hear him, but they both knew he was warning Leofric that this was not the time to joke.
"Nothing!" Leofric quickly cleared his throat before continuing, "Please don’t interrupt me while I’m trying to explain everything to you. First of all, I already know about Her Majesty’s rebirth situation. But, Edmund, that wasn’t her first life."
Leofric then told him everything that had happened to Primrose before she returned to the Duke Manor with Lazarus.
"How did you know that something was wrong with my wife?" Edmund suddenly interrupted Leofric in the middle of his explanation.
Leofric let out a heavy sigh. He had already warned Edmund not to interrupt him, but seeing that his brother was clearly not in the mood for jokes, he decided to let it slide.
"But first, promise me you won’t get angry, alright?" Leofric said.
Edmund said nothing, clearly waiting to hear what Leofric had done before deciding how to react.
"I put a mark on your wife," Leofric stated quickly.
Edmund’s face, which had been completely expressionless, slowly changed. His brows drew together so tightly that his gaze turned frightening.
"You did what?!" His voice echoed through the hall, startling the guards standing nearby. His hand had already moved to the sword at his waist, as if he might take Leofric’s head in the next second.
"No, no, no! It’s not what you think!" Leofric quickly raised both hands, trying to stop Edmund before that blade reached his neck.
Still, he knew better than anyone that Edmund could easily cut off his hands and his head if he truly wanted to.

"Don’t worry, you say?" Edmund’s hand was no longer on the sword hilt, but that didn’t mean the anger in his heart had faded. "Sir Leofric, she is my wife." He stepped closer, stressing every word. "My wife."

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