Primrose’s eyes widened when she suddenly heard Sevrin praising her in his heart. Just like him, she hadn’t expected that she could still manage to do her duties well, even though she spent half her days sleeping.
Maybe it was because she knew she could drift off at any moment, so whenever she was awake, she tried to work as effectively as possible.
"I think you should stop working on reports for today, Your Majesty," Sevrin said gently. "I can finish the rest for you."
[She’s already taken more naps than usual today. If she keeps working, she might actually make herself sick.]
In fact, that was also because Edmund had gone to the border to deal with a rogue attack. That afternoon, Primrose hadn’t received her energy boost yet, and the sun was already about to set.
"When will His Majesty come back?" Primrose asked softly, rubbing her tired eyes. "He promised me he’d return by four, but it’s already two hours past that. Are you sure he’s alright?"
Her husband had never once broken a promise, and she knew well he wouldn’t purposely come home late, especially when she needed him so much. That was why she started to worry and wondered, had something happened to Edmund on the way back? What if the rogues had managed to hurt him?
Primrose tried to see him through their rings, but since Edmund had gone out to fight, he deliberately blocked his ring so she couldn’t see anything.
"Perhaps there were too many rogues today, Your Majesty," Sevrin explained. "It’s common for them to come in large numbers as winter approaches. Don’t worry. I’m sure His Majesty will be back any moment now."
Just as he finished speaking, the doors of her office burst open, revealing Edmund rushing inside. There was no blood on his clothes, but Primrose noticed faint traces of it on his shoes.
"Wife, I’m sorry ...." Edmund pressed one hand against the doorframe, lowering his head for a moment to catch his breath. "I’m late."
Primrose shot up from her chair and rushed to him without hesitation. "Are you alright?" she asked quickly, her voice full of worry. "You look pale."
It was rare for Edmund to look this exhausted, so of course she was worried.
"I’m fine," Edmund said, swallowing hard as he straightened his back. "I was just running too fast earlier."
[There were too many rogues this time, at least thirty. They even set traps all around the border.] Edmund thought, forgetting for a moment that Primrose could hear him. [I tried to kill them all quickly, but even then, it still took me hours—]
He suddenly stopped thinking, realizing Primrose was listening. "I didn’t kill anyone," he blurted quickly.
Primrose couldn’t help but laugh softly. Ever since she got pregnant, Edmund had stubbornly held onto the old superstition that a pregnant woman shouldn’t hear or see violence, or else the child would grow up wicked.
"Oh, husband, don’t believe silly myths." She patted his arm and guided him toward the door. "Come on, let’s get you into clean clothes."
Before leaving, she glanced back at Sevrin and Solene, silently signaling that they didn’t need to watch over her anymore.
But Edmund, still reluctant, muttered, "I haven’t kissed you yet."
Primrose chuckled and whispered back, "We can do that in our room."
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