Primrose didn’t want to part from her father so soon, but unfortunately, it was impossible for him to stay in Noctvaris for too long.
Although it wasn’t the first time they had been separated, tears still welled up and spilled down her cheeks. Perhaps it was her pregnancy that made her more emotional, but deep down, she knew she had always been somewhat dramatic.
"Next time, I’ll be the one to visit you, Father." Primrose dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, though it felt useless since her tears kept falling. "Don’t you dare die before I see you again."
"You silly child! How dare you think your father will die that quickly?!" Lazarus scolded her. "You don’t have to worry about visiting me! Since you’re pregnant now, let this old man come to you instead!"
Primrose pouted slightly. "But I want to come to Illvaris during winter. I want to attend the King’s birthday."
Lazarus clicked his tongue. "He hasn’t even invited you yet. Forget it. It’s too dangerous to travel in winter while you’re pregnant."
Primrose had already worried that her plan to visit Illvaris would fall apart because of her pregnancy. She had suspected both Lazarus and Edmund would react this way, but still ... she truly wanted to go.
It felt like her body longed for that place. Maybe because she hadn’t been back to her homeland for more than three years—including her past life—or maybe it was just one of those strange cravings pregnant women often had.
"But, Father ...." She nudged the tip of his shoe lightly with hers and stole glances at Edmund, who was standing beside him. "I think my child wants to visit my homeland too. I’m really homesick and don’t think I can wait nine months."
After nine months, they would surely say the baby was still too little to travel such a long distance. In the end, if Primrose didn’t convince them now, she knew she might not be able to return to her homeland anytime soon.
"You don’t know what it’s like to be so far from home," she whispered, lowering her head. Her fragile tone and downcast eyes made her look so pitiful that the two men in front of her couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
Telling her no felt like shoving her into an icy lake. It would be too cruel and heartless.
It sounded dramatic, but that was exactly how it felt to them.
"I-I can find a safe way to get to Illvaris," Edmund said first. "Don’t worry. As long as you’re beside me, I’ll make sure you’re safe and that we arrive without any trouble."
"Really?" Primrose suddenly lifted her face and showed him the brightest smile, the kind that melted Edmund’s heart. "You’ll really let me go to Illvaris?"
Edmund’s gaze softened, and he answered gently, "As long as you go with me, then yes."
With a burst of joy, Primrose threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and smothering his cheeks with kisses. "Thank you, husband! I love you!"
He steadied her in his embrace, making sure she wouldn’t stumble in her excitement. "I love you more."
Standing off to the side, Lazarus winced and groaned. "I haven’t given my answer yet!"
But Primrose only hugged Edmund’s arm tighter and smiled proudly. "After marriage, a woman belongs to her husband, not her father anymore."
Lazarus’s jaw dropped, his face twisting with outrage. "Traitor! You were supposed to be your father’s little girl forever!"
Primrose giggled, pressing her cheek against Edmund’s arm. "I’ll always be your daughter, Father. But now I’m also a wife, and wives listen to their husbands."
Edmund smiled faintly, then spoke to Lazarus with confidence. "Don’t worry, Father. I’ll take good care of her when we go to Illvaris. Your daughter will be safe and sound in my hands."
"Hmph!" Lazarus crossed his arms, glaring at Edmund, though his eyes softened the moment he glanced back at Primrose. "Alright, then! I’ll be waiting for you in Illvaris when winter comes!"
Primrose’s heart swelled with joy, and she clasped Edmund’s arm even tighter. "Thank you, Father!" she said brightly, her voice trembling with excitement.
After exchanging their farewells several times, Lazarus finally left Noctvaris with Edmund.
"I’d like to see that," Edmund replied with a faint smile. He gently urged her to stand, then slipped into the chair himself and pulled her back down to sit on his lap. "I have something for you."
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