"Where did you go after you left the Noctvaris Kingdom?" She finally asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for so long. "Lady Raven couldn’t see that part. She said the image just ... wouldn’t appear."
Edmund’s eyes darkened slightly, then he replied, "I don’t know." He tilted his head a little, clearly just as confused as she was. "Even my wolf hasn’t shown me that memory."
Primrose furrowed her brows. "But ... does he know?"
Edmund went silent for a while, probably talking to his wolf in his head.
Primrose wasn’t too sure because she couldn’t hear anything, which honestly annoyed her. His wolf often blocked her mind-reading ability, and it was starting to make her frustrated.
"For some reason," he finally said, "my wolf doesn’t know either."
Then, in a lower voice, he added, "Whatever I did back then ... I have no memory of it."
[This is strange,] Edmund thought.
[If my wolf is connected to my past self, he should know. But all he saw after I left Noctvaris was darkness.]
[I don’t know. I really don’t know.]
His mind started drifting toward the worst possibilities. [What if ... what if I did something terrible back then? What if I became evil and—]
"Edmund." Primrose quickly stopped him before his thoughts spiraled any further. "Let’s not jump to any conclusions until we know the truth."
She spoke firmly, "And if we never get the answer, then so be it. What matters now is that the past doesn’t define us anymore."
"Alright," Edmund nodded. "I won’t assume anything ... at least for now."
[But what if—]
"Edmund," Primrose interrupted his thoughts again. "You don’t have to imagine the worst all the time. Maybe it’s really nothing."
This time, Edmund didn’t respond right away. For some reason, his mind suddenly went quiet—Wait, no. It wasn’t completely quiet.
It felt more like he was trying really hard not to think at all.
[Empty. My head is empty.]
Primrose narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Edmund, what are you doing? Why do you keep saying your head is empty?"
His eyes widened. "You can hear that too?!"
[I thought my wolf had hidden my thoughts from my wife!]
Then, out of nowhere, she heard another voice, similar to Edmund’s but more playful and casual.
[Sorry, Eddie, but your wife’s ability is stronger than we thought. I can’t hide all your thoughts from her.]
Oh. That must be his wolf.
But ... Eddie?
It sounded a bit weird.
Well, alright, nicknames weren’t that unusual. Her dad used to call her Rosie, after all.
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