"Husband, have you chosen which soldiers will come with us later?" Primrose asked softly as she brushed the snowflakes from Edmund's shoulders.
"Yes, I've chosen six soldiers." Edmund added before Primrose could question him. "Salem wants to come as well, so I gave him one of the soldiers' spots."
Primrose sighed. "Husband, he can take my maid's spot instead of a soldier's."
She truly didn't expect Salem to want to join the King's banquet. Until now, he only seemed interested in the auction house or visiting the tavern, so Primrose never thought he wanted to mingle with nobles.
But after thinking about it again, maybe he did it because he would be the future Duke of Moonshadow. It made sense if he wanted to see the nobles' world from up close, though Primrose was still sure he used to be a young master in the past.
"You need your maids to help tidy your gown and bring you food," Edmund reminded her. "If you only have one maid, I'm afraid you'll struggle."
