She clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly, her fingers trembling.
She wanted to say something about his thoughts, to confront his despair, but since she had only heard them through his mind, and hadn't yet told him about her ability, she held back.
Maybe later.
When the time was right.
When she was finally ready to tell him everything.
"Alright, don't be sad anymore," Primrose said softly. She gently caressed his cheek and placed another kiss on his lips. "I still have plenty of time before I go. So let's spend every moment we have together … while we still can."
Edmund gave a small nod, trying his best to stop thinking about the dark thoughts about his wife, including the day she might leave him forever.
"So, tell me," Primrose said as she slipped off his lap and sat beside him. "What did you and the Marquess talk about? Did he offer to send more women to your room?"
