The prisoners hunted without rest. Their limbs had gone numb, and some of them were already limping from exhaustion, but none dared to stop. They just kept piling up the meat, their bodies moving on pure instinct.
Right before breakfast, Primrose gave the same order to the rest of the prisoners, sending them out to follow the others.
"I’m so tired," Primrose muttered as Edmund fed her breakfast. "I should’ve given them the command at night, so I could’ve gone straight to sleep afterward."
She was so exhausted that even chewing her food felt like a chore, and all she wanted to do was collapse onto the bed. Unfortunately, she couldn’t fall asleep without receiving a flow of magic from Edmund.
"Didn’t I tell you that earlier?" Edmund asked with a knowing look.
Primrose huffed softly. "I know, I know. I just got too excited to try my ability again," she said, her tone playful. "Besides, since I’ll need a lot of your magic today, doesn’t that mean I have to stick with you all day?"
She sounded far too cheerful for someone talking about using dark magic. Since the palace was still under repair and Sevrin was busy checking documents, Primrose had nothing better to do, except tag along and distract her husband.
"But I have a lot to handle today," Edmund said, wiping a bit of food from the corner of her lips with his handkerchief. "Are you sure you don’t want to just wait for me here? I can come back every few hours to check on you."
Primrose immediately shook her head. "That’ll only make things harder for you, and honestly, this room is boring," she said, glancing around. "So ... can I go with you? Please? Maybe our baby also wants to spend time with their father."
Edmund chuckled when she used their unborn child as an excuse. "I’m pretty sure it’s their mother who doesn’t want to be away from their father."
Primrose laughed softly, her cheeks turning pink. "That’s because you spoil me too much, and now I can’t stand being away from you."
"Alright, alright," Edmund said, unable to hide his smile. He gave her cheek a gentle pinch. "If you really want to come with me, then you’d better wear something comfortable."
Primrose nodded eagerly. "But before we go, I want to write a letter to Lady Rowena first."
"Alright. I’ll get you some paper and a pen," Edmund said.
After breakfast, he placed them on the table and waited as Primrose sat down to write.
She stared at the blank sheet for a long time, tapping the pen lightly against her finger. It had been years since she last wrote to Rowena. Before leaving for Noctvaris, she had sent her friend one final letter, saying she didn’t want to drag her into the messy politics between humans and beasts.
So, Primrose had advised Rowena not to send her any letters until she wrote first.
But after that, she never did. She thought Edmund wouldn’t be happy if his queen exchanged letters with another kingdom’s ruler, even if that ruler was her closest friend, and so ... three years passed in silence.
She sighed quietly. For Primrose, it had been more than three years since their last conversation, but for Rowena, it had only been a few months.
"What’s wrong, my wife?" Edmund asked when he saw her sigh several times.
She smiled faintly and shook her head. "Nothing. I was just ... thinking."
A few moments later, she finally began to write the letter.


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