Just as Edmund had mentioned earlier, he couldn't spend too long having lunch with Primrose because he needed to get back to training the young soldiers, making sure they were strong enough to survive when winter came.
Since Primrose hadn't finished her meal yet, she remained in the training hall, quietly sitting at the edge of the field as her gaze lingered on Edmund as he returned to the field.
His white shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled neatly up to his elbows, showing off the solid muscles of his forearms.
Every movement made the muscles under the fabric flex and shift, reminding Primrose just how firm they felt every time she touched him.
She bit her lower lip, suddenly realizing in that moment that her husband was far more tempting to look at than the sandwich she still held in her hand.
If she had known Edmund would look this irresistibly hot while training, she would have made excuses to visit the training grounds much more often.
