"Oh, I … I had never really seen you before you came here," Edmund admitted, his voice carrying a trace of guilt.
They had only crossed paths once in Primrose's homeland, and back then, she had still been just a little girl, so he hadn't formed a strong impression of her.
More than that, Edmund had never truly known what kind of person Primrose was while she lived in her own kingdom.
He couldn't help but feel guilty because, in their first life, he hadn't tried hard enough to bring her back to the Azmeria Kingdom. He had been too afraid she would hear all the terrible rumors about herself that the spies had spread among the public.
"So … in our first life, were there many bad rumors about me too?" Primrose asked softly, almost like she was seeking reassurance from her husband. "Can I know what they were?"
"I think you'd feel uncomfortable if you heard them," Edmund said with hesitation. "The rumors … they were awful."
