Primrose wasn't exaggerating at all when she said he looked handsome. If there was a word stronger than "handsome," she would have used it without hesitation
Edmund wore the royal attire Nina had chosen for him. The black outfit had silver accents, paired with a brooch and a sash. He also wore a side cloak attached to his shoulder with a silver chain.
She didn't know who styled his hair, but the way it was slicked back while leaving a few strands on his forehead made him look like a cold, handsome king—the type who hated nonsense and would punish people every day.
Primrose's legs suddenly turned weak, and her face grew hot. She couldn't help thinking that she wouldn't mind being punished by this cold, handsome king.
What a shameless thought!
But sadly—or maybe luckily—his actual thoughts were very far from the cold image he showed in public.
[Damn, damn, damn, my wife looks so beautiful!]
