Primrose suddenly remembered what Edmund had written in his diary, something about his obsession with her feet.
She still couldn't understand it. What was so special about them? And why on earth did he want her to step on his face? Was that even normal? Or was it some kind of strange sickness of the mind? Maybe she should ask Salem for advice …
Speaking of Salem, she hadn't seen him again since he gave her the poison for Dr. Silas. He seemed far more interested in spending time with Raven before she left for Moonhaven tomorrow.
"Edmund, what are you doing?" Primrose asked when she noticed her husband lowering his head toward her feet. She had washed before coming to the royal living room, so her feet hadn't been trapped in her shoes for long, but still, they were dirty!
"Nothing." Edmund pressed his lips together in a thin line, then straightened his back stiffly. "I just … wanted to make sure your feet weren't sore after walking to the training ground this afternoon."
