Primrose let out a small sigh, casting her gaze downward as if embarrassed. "But ... I know it sounds foolish. Just forget I said anything."
For good measure, she sighed again, making sure she looked as pitiful as possible.
And yet ... Edmund said nothing.
The silence stretched between them, long enough that doubt started creeping in.
Did he really think her request was that ridiculous?
Luckily, she didn’t have to wonder because she could hear his thoughts.
[I’m such a failure of a husband.]
Primrose’s eyes widened slightly as Edmund’s icy blue gaze darkened, his expression shifting into something unreadable.
[She sacrificed everything to come here, and I never even considered her culture.]
[I’ve completely failed her.]
"Go back to sleep," Edmund finally said, his voice quieter than before.
That was it?
Primrose blinked. He wasn’t going to bring up the ring? Shouldn’t he be kneeling right now, swearing to buy her the most extravagant wedding ring in existence?
[I guess I’ll go tomorrow.]
Go where?
She narrowed her eyes. ’Where’s my ring?!’
Annoyance prickled in her chest. She didn’t care where he was planning to go. She just wanted to know, why wasn’t he giving her an answer now?
With a huff, she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over her head, not sparing him another glance.
"Good night, Your Majesty," she muttered, her voice stiff with irritation.
After a while, she heard Edmund chuckle under his breath. "Good night, my wife," he murmured.
○ ○
When Primrose arrived at the dining hall for breakfast, Edmund was nowhere to be seen.
A soldier standing nearby informed her that the King had left the palace before sunrise and might not return until next week.
"Where did he go?" she asked, pausing as she reached for her tea.
The soldier hesitated for a brief moment before replying, "His Majesty didn’t say. I assume he just went hunting."
"Hunting?" Her brows knitted together. "He enjoys hunting?"
Back then, Primrose had rarely been curious about Edmund. She even had never bothered to learn about his hobbies or even his favorite food.
"That’s His Majesty’s favorite pastime," the soldier explained. "He often spends several days in the forest hunting."
He attempted a reassuring smile, but the stiffness in his expression only made him look more intimidating. "So, there’s no need to worry about His Majesty."
Primrose wasn’t worried. She had only asked because she was still annoyed that Edmund had ignored her request about the wedding rings last night.
Was the idea of wedding rings really so taboo in the Beast Kingdom that he refused to even acknowledge it?
[But I doubt he left just to hunt.]
[He took Dante with him today, which means he’s going on a long journey.]
Dante was the name of Edmund’s mighty red horse.
Back then, Primrose occasionally saw the horse running around the training ground and would steal other horses’ food or chew the soldiers’ shoes.
Unlike the other horses in the palace, Dante was significantly larger, almost monstrous in size.
"Oh, maybe this one—never mind, I’ve already finished it." Primrose sighed as she pulled out book after book, only to place them back in frustration.
The librarian had kindly offered to assist her, but she had waved him off, insisting on finding something herself.
That turned out to be a mistake.
Within minutes, books were scattered across the tables, piled haphazardly on the floor, and shoved into odd places they didn’t belong.
The librarian stood to the side, inhaling deeply as if he needed to gather his patience before speaking.
What a dramatic person.
The royal library was reserved exclusively for the royal family. And since Edmund preferred swinging swords over turning pages, the place was practically her personal library.
So, really, if she didn’t make a bit of a mess, the librarian wouldn’t have any work to do at all!
Just as she reached for another book, the library doors suddenly swung open with a loud bang!
"Your Majesty!"
A young woman stood in the doorway, bent over, gasping for breath as if she had run a marathon.
She barely had time to drop the small suitcase in her hand before rushing straight toward Primrose.
"I’ve been looking for you all day!" she cried. "I’m so sorry for being late! This palace is enormous, so I got lost for three hours!"
Primrose tilted her head, studying the flustered woman before her.
Her brunette hair, hastily pinned up in a bun, had strands falling loose around her flushed face. Her tan skin glistened with sweat, and despite her elegant posture, she looked completely disheveled.
She was taller than Primrose, but since Primrose stood on the library’s rolling staircase, for once, she didn’t have to crane her neck to meet people in the Beast Kingdom’s gaze.
But despite her frantic state, Primrose couldn’t help but smile brightly. "Lady Solene?"
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