[She’s only 22.]
[How could I stand watching her die so soon?]
[She hasn’t even seen the world yet, hasn’t tasted every dish or visited every kingdom. She should live long enough to see her hair turn gray—no, even then, she shouldn’t leave me so early.]
[I ... I don’t think I could survive the nightmare of losing her.]
But she died young in her first life.
Even though Primrose did not know what happened to Edmund after her death, she could finally guess what happened to him after hearing his current thoughts.
He might have felt hurt and guilty, but it was too late.
Primrose gently placed her hands on his chest. "Then, please, husband," she said softly. "at least let me know what’s going on in this kingdom ... so I won’t be left in the dark."
She lowered her eyes for a second before looking up at him again. "I couldn’t even sleep tonight because I was too worried about you."
[Oh no ... she really has eyebags now!]
[This is bad. What if my wife gets sick from losing too much sleep because of me?!]
Without thinking, Edmund quickly cupped her cheeks with both hands, gently pulling her closer.
"Wife, from now on, I swear I’ll never hide anything from you!" he blurted out. "I’ll give you access to every document, every problem, everything about this kingdom!"
He stopped for a second, realizing something that made his chest tighten.
"But ..." his voice softened, "the problems in this kingdom might be different from what you’re used to. We beasts sometimes act like barbarians, driven by wild instincts. It’s not like the world you knew."
He clenched his jaw, lowering his head slightly. "That’s why ... if I tell you everything, you might end up scared of us."
Primrose held his hands dramatically. Her round eyes locked with his icy blue ones, making it impossible for Edmund to look away. "I’m not afraid of these things! As long as you’re with me, I’m sure I’ll be fine!"
She bit her lip for a moment before adding in a smaller voice, "Unless ... unless you get tired of being by my sid—"
Edmund’s eyes widened, and without even thinking, he shook his head. "No!" he said, almost desperately. "No matter how long we’re together, I’ll never get tired of you, my wife!"
"Husband, I’ll never get tired of you too!"
The soldiers who were quietly watching their lovey-dovey moment secretly wanted to scream.
How dare those two show off their sweetness right in front of a bunch of single, lonely beasts?!
Still, behind all their grumbling and silent curses, a part of them wanted to cry. The sight in front of them was undeniably beautiful, like watching the sunrise after a stormy night.
[When will I ever find a love like that?]
[I want a woman like Her Majesty too.]
[If His Majesty ever hurts our Queen, I swear I’ll chop off the King’s dick and run away with the Queen myself.]
Or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
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