Edmund was silent for a while before letting out a rough sigh. "It’s about his sister, Lady Lorelle," he said at last. He guided Dante a little farther from Leofric’s horse, perhaps not wanting him to overhear.
Primrose blinked in surprise. Of all the things she expected, this wasn’t one of them. She realized then how little she truly knew about Edmund’s connection to this Lady Lorelle, and curiosity tugged at her even more.
"Are you ... close to his sister?" she asked carefully.
Edmund hesitated, his words slow and reluctant. "She ... isn’t just his sister." His blue eyes flickered with unease before he finally said it. "Lady Lorelle is also my sister."
Primrose’s jaw nearly dropped. Her mind went blank for a second. ’What kind of plot twist was that?!’
Primrose spun her head around so quickly that she almost slipped from the saddle, but Edmund’s steady arm around her waist kept her from falling. "Your sister? How ... how is that even possible?" she gasped.
Edmund barely reacted. When they had talked before about helping Lorelle find peace by letting her believe she was healthy, he hadn’t seemed to dwell on her much at all.
Or maybe he did care, but his wolf kept those feelings hidden from her, and with his mind so weighed down by the thought of Primrose facing the heavenly trial, perhaps he simply couldn’t bring himself to focus on Lorelle.
But if Lorelle was Edmund’s sister ... did that mean Leofric was his brother too?
The more she thought about it, the less sense it made, leaving her even more confused.
"We aren’t siblings by blood," Edmund explained at last. "She was a student at the magic tower back when Leofric still worked there. But because she didn’t come from a wizarding family, she was often looked down on, even though her magic was truly exceptional."
Among all the wizards, only Leofric had stepped forward to help her. At first, he had been reluctant, thinking it wasn’t worth meddling in someone else’s struggles.
"But he once told me Lorelle reminded him of his own sister who had died long ago," Edmund continued softly. "In the end, he couldn’t turn a blind eye anymore. He took her under his care and taught her things the senior wizards refused to teach."
Primrose’s eyes softened with a touch of wonder. "Is Sir Leofric really that skilled with magic?"
"He is," Edmund said with a firm nod. "His mother was a wizard who married a beast."
It finally made sense. Primrose might not have been well-versed in magic, but even she knew it was rare for beasts to study it. Most of them preferred to rely on their physical strength rather than dwell on spells and enchantments.
Edmund even had told her before that only a handful of beasts ever showed potential in magic, and he himself being one of them.
"In the end, Lorelle became his student," Edmund continued, "but to outsiders, their relationship didn’t seem appropriate because Leofric had never had a student before, and they were very close. People whispered ugly rumors, saying they were secretly lovers or, worse, that Leofric was using Lady Lorelle for his own pleasure."
As always, it was the woman who bore the heavier stain from such gossip. Leofric, unwilling to let such talk drag on, chose a bold solution: he declared Lorelle his sworn sister.
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