"Wife!"
Primrose jumped a little at the sudden voice. When she looked down, she saw Edmund standing below the balcony, his brows furrowed. "Why are you out here? You'll catch a cold!"
This time, Edmund didn't do anything dramatic like fireworks or romantic gestures. He simply jumped up to the balcony and immediately took her hand, pulling her gently back into the room.
"See? You're freezing," he said, removing his gloves and rubbing his hands together before pressing them softly against her cheeks. "What if you get sick before we even leave tomorrow?"
Primrose ignored his scolding and wrapped her arms around him instead, feeling the warmth of his fur-lined coat. "I was waiting for you," she murmured.
Edmund sighed softly, a little frustrated that he could never stay angry with her. "You could've waited inside, you know," he said, brushing his hand through her hair.
