Edmund held his breath, his expression turning more serious than before. "I can handle it on my own."
Primrose pressed her hand gently against his chest, forcing him to meet her eyes. "That’s not a good excuse, Your Majesty."
His eyes widened because she rarely used that honorific with him, unless when she was truly angry or when she wanted to speak not just to her husband, but to the King of Noctvaris himself.
"Even if you can handle it yourself, that doesn’t mean these things become invisible." Primrose drew in a deep breath. "You didn’t even record this incident in your report."
Fine, if he didn’t want to tell her about it personally. But at the very least, he should have written it down in the royal archives, because this matter wasn’t just about her, but concerned the entire kingdom as well.
The Emperor of Vellmoria might have only sent spies to watch Primrose for now, but if left unchecked, he could very well send others to investigate the entire kingdom or perhaps he already had. That was why Edmund had been so cautious these days.
"If I write it in the official report, everyone will know what that bastard tried to do to you," Edmund said tightly. "Your name would be tainted."
He was doing it again.
When the tiger tribe had attacked her in Moonshadow, Edmund had recorded the incident in the royal archives. But he had left out two things: how Thevan had tried to violate her, and how she had killed him with her mind-control magic.
She could understand why he had hidden the part about her magic, but why erase the assault? That truth didn’t need to be buried.
"Do you ... think I’m dirty because another man touched me in such an indecent way?" she whispered softly.
Edmund had sworn countless times that he would never see her that way. Yet sometimes, his actions left her doubting.
"I don’t! I would never think of you like that!" Edmund said fiercely, then forced himself to calm, his voice softening. "But others might."
Primrose opened her mouth to argue, but in the end, no words came out. Deep down, she knew he was right.
People were cruel, especially toward women. Even after going through something as traumatic as assault, society always found a way to blame the victim.
"Your clothes were too revealing," they would say.
"You must have seduced him," they would accuse.
"So you’ve lost your purity?" they would whisper.
"I’m not asking you to make this public," Primrose said softly, "but ... let’s not bury it either. Some people might see me as something tainted, but I believe there will also be those who understand that I’ve done nothing wrong."
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